Rolling over in the bed, Noboru gave a mild start when he saw Angela lying on her side, propped up on an elbow, watching him expectantly. As he didn't usually startle easily, the brief halt of his breath from the shock was quite a reaction for him. "Have you been awake long?" Not changing her position, she nodded and said nothing. "Is something the matter?"...
How do you define horror, dear reader? I mean true horror, the kind that rips a mind and soul apart. Is your horror supernatural, with extraordinary creatures lurking in the shadows and mystifying forces overwhelming us, but beyond our ability to comprehend? Or is horror more banal in its origin, stemming from human weaknesses and failings, from generations...
They left a few days later. She did what she could for the village and the household, but they were no longer her primary concern. Her body was undergoing some sort of change. Looking at herself in a mirror, she saw no difference but she felt it inside her. It seemed to blossom from her womb, spreading throughout. The image in the mirror regarded her quizzic...
Japan can feel like a strange and alien place to a Westerner, but I think it's wonderful. I am not really a city person, but these have a wow factor, especially when lit-up at night-time with their twinkling, rainbow brightness, constant noise and busy-ness. It's the history, culture and countryside of Japan that I love the most, which is why I was delight...
Greg had no idea. Well, that was not entirely true. It was more like he did not understand. He was certain that whoever had killed Yuki was a vampire. What he did not understand was why. What was even worse, he knew, was that he would have to report it to Akuma soon. It would still be a few days as of yet before Akuma could be contacted by cellular phone....
If you've enjoyed the story, please drop a comment or two and I'll take it as an indication that people want the story to continue. Cheers! ___________________________ Angela looked at the stoic man who stood in front of her. Genzo was tall for a Japanese man, about 6'2'', and his short black hair was impeccably spiked in a cavalier messy style. He was als...
Luckily for me—or maybe a little unluckily—I'd programmed my machine to jerk me back to 'reality' after six hours. The artist Chad had a pretty good life, but I didn't know about retiring there. I fixed the bug, but it gave me an idea. I'd been lucky so far, but jumping into other realities without a clue as to how to get along there was dangerous. The fir...
Author's Note: "History," Napoleon Bonaparte once said, "is an agreed upon set of lies." I like that quote because it helps me understand some of the prejudices that modern society, in all its wisdom, keeps holding on to, such as the concept that there never were any women warriors, or, at least, if there were then they were isolated instances during extra...
Author's note: In 1964, Japanese film director Kaneto Shindo made a samurai-era horror film called "Onibaba," about a mother and daughter-in-law who lived in a swamp and murdered passing travelers. In a world that fears women's sexuality these two took on the personification of female evil, of Onibaba, a character from Japanese mythology. Traditionally, in...
Having not gone to bed before two am each night for the past week of my vacation, has made it awfully difficult for me to get to sleep in a timely manner tonight. This heat sure isn't making things any easier on me. It is now 12:30 am and my alarm will be going off in a mere four hours, but I can't, for the life of me fall asleep. Tossing and turning has go...