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tommyknocker

  • Short Story

    “You’re not really here”. I frowned. “Pardon?”You’re not here” the woman repeated, turning to face me. Her irises looked luminescent in the neon glow of the subway station, “you can’

    3 min read
  • Honour

    Jean Pierre was standing hands in his expensive French coat. He was staring down at the latest murder victim in in a string of prolific killings in the ghettoes of ...

    8 min read
  • Crisp and Clean

    Crisp and CleanA retired Janitor named John May sat drinking and smoking on his front porch. His faded stone blue eyes scanned the road for his guest. His lips trembled ...

    8 min read
  • My Last Story

    3/6/1995. You can’t see it, but I can. As I write this I’m staring at the woman of my dreams. Her long golden hair billows serenely in the wind of ...

    6 min read
  • The Last Walk

    A young man called Billy O'Hara walked down a desolate forgotten road. He had a noticeable swagger in his stride. His worn down raw hide boots clicked softly on the ...

    7 min read
  • Night Terrors

    Dark shadows and strange shapes danced around Jason Dillinger's room. He lay in his bed small relatively comfortable bed. He was hugging his favorite toy-a stuffed chicken. One of the ...

    5 min read
  • An Excellant Bargain

    Blood dripped from her small sharp blade, it twinkled serenely in the moon light filtering through her window. The droplets forming a small, shallow pool beneath her elegant and expensive ...

    4 min read
  • 13 Vale Street

    I started writing this story about 12 months ago, and i haven't actually written any more on this for about 10 months. I understand that it's quite long so I'm ...

    1 min read
  • Right Where I Want You

    "Kevin should we really be doing this?" the attractive young blond whispered.The sun was up in the hills above the small logging community of Olsen and it's rays made the ...

    13 min read
  • Tom's Directions

    The door bell ringed and the hinge squeaked as the door opened. Tom Sheridan, a man in his mid fifties with fluffy curly hair, (like lambs wool some said) and ...

    13 min read
  • Why?

    Hi, hope this is in the right place. It's not lovey lovey stuff. But it's, Romancy." Oh, Evelyn. Why? That's what i ask. You never gave me an answer. Our ...

    3 min read
  • The Stranger Inside of Me

    I based this story off the Everly Brothers. "Crying in The Rain." *Please note. This is a, "Tape recording.""If I wait for cloudy skies, you won't no the rain from ...

    4 min read
  • I Can Change (Honey)

    If i could only hold you in my arms one last time. Feel the comforting warmth of your body against mine. Our hearts beating as one for all time. I ...

    3 min read
  • Can We Still Be Friends? (After This)

    We see a small shrub shake gently in the still summer air. It quivered as if cold. The wind whispered it's secrets in between the tall brown trees and the ...

    5 min read
  • Intervention

    ***Please note, this story may not appeal to everyone, reader beware.***Only one light pierced the darkness of Oakland Avenue that night. It's sickly yellow glow was like a lighthouse beacon. ...

    8 min read
  • The Hottest Day Of School For Brett

    Everyone was eying the clock on the creamy colored wall not minding the constant drawl from their (bald) maths teacher. They looked at the clock, as if it were some ...

    5 min read
  • Two Little Beautiful Girls

    Allen Paige never meant to lie when he said that he would only be away for ten minutes. He never meant to be dishonest when he hugged his two little ...

    7 min read
  • I Am The Hunter

    I watch. I wait. I plot. I am patient. I am the hunter. I like to portray myself as a highly skilled hunter. Like a tiger in a forest, shadowing ...

    7 min read
  • I am The Hunter (Edited and *Cross fingers* Better)

    Spoiler! : I really hope this is a better effort than my previous try. I watch. I wait. I plot. I am patient. I am the hunter. I like to ...

    11 min read


A person is more than their experiences, stacked up like stones... Our best moments are the foundations we use to reach for the sky.
— Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson