I set out on this journey as a means of self-expression.
It has slowly turned into an all-consuming obsession, twisting and gnawing at my insides to be released in full, exquisite horror.
Not the kind for the sake of making people squirm, but to lift the veil on what we truly are, what we’re truly capable of, and the monsters we make in the pits of our own hearts.
This work is dedicated to those unafraid of peering into the darkness, to see the writhing shapes peering back from black, and see kinship with both the heroes of these stories…
And their villains…
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– Chris
Brave
By Christopher Mitchell “C’mon!” Darren whispered, “hurry up before someone sees us!” He held the factory window open for Shawn and Devon, keeping his eyes peeled for nosy bystanders. Their friend Tommy’s dad was on guard shift tonight. That meant Tommy’s dad would be too drunk to catch them, even if they were seen. But…
High Midnight: Chapter Two
By Christopher Mitchell Wire Pick kept his ears open and his eyes in the stars as Booker plodded toward the lights on the side of the mountain. Mattock walked beside Cripple, giving the horse an opportunity to rest its back from carrying his heavy Irish ass. He whistled softly, arm draped over the nape of…
The Night SHIfT
Written by: Christopher Mitchell This is a true story…. Have you ever seen what happens when a 19-year-old child is given a 90-day prescription of Adderall? Gather around, kids, it’s story time… So, no shit, there I was, slumming it up as a “Drill Sergeant” in Fort Sam Houston, TX. My “job” was to keep…