This story was previously published on Dread Imaginings. As the contract has expired and the story is no longer on that site, I am making it available here for you to read. It is also included in my short story collection Dead Elise & other stories, also available for free on this site. I The …
Author Archives: T. E. Sturk
The Gathering: Four Tales of the Unexplainable
I – THE GATHERING At a recent gathering—at which four life-long friends had a rare chance to meet and talk of their divergent lives over a game of cards—the conversation turned, by gradual degrees, to a discussion of the esoteric. By daylight, you must understand, each of us has secular beliefs; all being-well educated and …
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Short Story: Beneath the Arctic
I’m writing this because I feel I must. In part, perhaps, because I believe the story must be told. Mostly, I write out of a crippling fear that it’s the last barrier my mind has against madness…
Short Story: Dead Elise
~Happy Halloween! In honour of the holiday, please enjoy this: the titular story from my short horror story collection Dead Elise & Other Stories, which you can download an e-copy of for free ~ It’s easy to grow familiar with the dead. They have become such a ubiquitous part of our culture. Death is cheap these …
Short Story: The Erebus Plant
~This story is part of my short horror story collection Dead Elise & Other Stories, which you can download an e-copy of for free ~ September 12 Midnight Somwýr Estate, Study I return from the excavation site empty-handed and disheartened. Where Mr. Wallace promised ancient secrets, we found only dusty ruins. Empty ruins, after half a …
Short Story: One Cup to the Dead Already
~If you haven’t already, consider downloading a free copy of my collection Dead Elise & Other Stories~ Jean-Charles’s palm was slick with sweat around the rapier hilt. He looked at Léandre, desperately hoping that his friend would step in and interrupt the duel before it started. He had always been able to get Jean-Charles out of …
Short Story: Polaroid
“It had changed. As he held it under the light, he was able to make out the lake outside the house and the old tree, which had been much smaller when the picture was taken… and the boy.”
A poem about summer
She stands upon a summer meadow, The blossoms swaying in her shadow. A happy, care-free, barefoot lass, Her toes dig in the dew-wet grass, Grasping at life and fertile earth. The very air whispers rebirth, And promises of sunny days, and memories that never fully fade, And fleeting, loving moments in the shade; Or ‘neath …
New Story Out: His Embrace
“Though he had made no sound in coming, she knew he had appeared. His very scent enveloped her, musky and warm like an intoxicating drink. She shut her eyes, surrendering herself to his embrace.” Dear all, Go read my gothic flash fiction story ‘His Embrace’ over on Love Letters to Poe. It’s a quick, free …
NaNoWriMo – Week 4
November has passed, and that means it’s time for my final NaNoWriMo Post. (Actually I had intended to post it yesterday, but my internet was down.) My novel didn’t quite hit 50’000 words, simply because I ran out of story on November 26th, giving it a final word count of 43’488. There are some scenes …
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