Stories tagged “harold”

  • That Deep End (Part 1)

    Harold turned abruptly and set out in a strong walk in the opposite direction. Every few seconds he gave an odd twitch that looked as if something was stuck in his neck. I followed nervously around the corner. “Harold! C’mon, where are we g...

  • That Deep End (Part 2)

    I followed him down the creaking steps. The stairs seemed to go on forever. It was if i was walking down the Eifel Tower in one set of stairs. When i realized i had hit bottom and took a step and bumped into Harold. Harold remained quiet. “Where ...

  • Into the Deep End

    For a second, I didn’t understand. “Harold.. There’s nothing there. It’s just a wall..” I muttered. He must be insane, I thought, slowly moving away from Harold, a man I had once known and respected. Now, I wasn’t s...

  • Fantasyland VII

    The werewolf’s gaze flicked from Harold to the small child and back to Harold. The child had edged back so far he was pinned against the wall. “So what you offer me is a small mud coated morsel when I can have you, the main course,” the werewolf ...

  • Fantasyland XVI

    Harold’s werewolf problem had not eased, in fact it was worst. The pair were creeping about each other in a weird dance made more so by the fact that neither Harold nor the werewolf were good dancers. Every time the werewolf lunged, Harold moved....

  • Fantasyland XVII

    It’s not every day you come across a former partner who now takes the form of a werewolf. The usual conversation topics normally associated with running into an ex-girlfriend down the street in the local convenience store don’t seem to quite cut i...

  • Fantasyland XVIII

    “I didn’t want to harp on about your werewolfness, that’s all,” Harold spluttered in his defence, “what kind of person do you think I am to jump on in and probe you about your now very obvious genealogical link to canines?” Mary loo...

  • Fantasyland XIX

    As a rule there are two things in life that you want to avoid, the first is to stay clear of the M4 on a public holiday weekend and the other is don’t go around scaring werewolves. Neither promote any kind of longevity in this world. The mysterious m...

  • (Day 31) My Favorite Short Story

    There once was boy who ate fire. He died. Harold sat back and grinned. The teacher said to make it short, and he did.