Dr. Montgomery had had just about enough of Captain Anderson and was glad that their long shuttle trip was nearing its end. He was so sick of the loud music, the books left lying around, his crude jokes. He’d considered it a great achievement that he’d thus far prevented himself from wringing the [...]

continue reading.....

I don’t have a lot of friends anymore. The few I did have were my wife’s and she’s been gone for two years now. I’m not very good at keeping in touch to begin with, but my new line of work makes it even tougher. Her life insurance bought me a seedy [...]

continue reading.....

Pieter Van Tatenhove fell into a ring of fire.
Blog
MySpace
You can find all of the stories Pieter has posted on ADF here.

continue reading.....

He stared at the wolf and it stared back.
He’d been wandering through the trees and the rain for a week, completely lost. On the seventh day he’d heard the howl. Chilled, he turned from it and walked the other way but, no matter which direction he wandered, it had seemed closer.
Then, [...]

continue reading.....

They called him the Jackhammer. As far as villains go, he was probably B grade at best, but he could certainly do his share of damage in a fight. He was caught leveling a high school, as young villains are prone to do. I think it was the Paperboy (a member of [...]

continue reading.....

He lay in the trunk blindfolded and bound. They’d been driving on what seemed to be some sort of highway judging by their apparent speed. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in there. The last thing he remembered was the man in the top hat grinning down at him. He’d [...]

continue reading.....

“Thank you for coming with me,” Tyler said. He was looking at him with a sort of quiet smile and his face looked pale and cold but Tyler was not afraid and he realized that he was not either. The rain tinned against the metal of the car and the glass of the [...]

continue reading.....

It began to rain harder and he turned on the wipers. The road before them shifted in and out of clarity with each pass of the blades. Tyler was still silent and he began to wonder where they were really going but some part of him didn’t care or knew that it didn’t [...]

continue reading.....

He pulled his hood back as he approached the ice cave. The runes on the stones surrounding the entrance looked oddly familiar. Perhaps recalled from the drug induced visions the sage had produced for him. It was certainly here that his doppelganger stood waiting, frozen. He took a deep breath and [...]

continue reading.....

He was sipping espresso and reading some sentence about someone’s thumbprint being found on someone else’s curio drawer which, he vaguely recalled, could only mean that the blood on the poodle’s paws was in fact the husband’s. Or was it the gardners? Grasping this sort of plot was like trying to straighten said [...]

continue reading.....

Tyler continued staring out the window and, for the first time since they had set out, he looked over, studied his profile, watching him watch the earth pass by outside. An endlessly renewing cycle of rocks and sand, creosote and joshua trees, their arms raised to the sky in benediction.
“It smells like your father’s [...]

continue reading.....

I wake to a thud. Something’s fallen downstairs. Probably from an endtable. The wife’s still asleep as are the kids down the hall. I’m pretty sure whatever made that noise is a biped, probably dressed in black, hopefully sans sharp objects.
I’ve only shot my revolver half a dozen times, but I keep it in a [...]

continue reading.....

He dreamt that night that he and Tyler were in a car together, leaving some truck stop in some unknown town and the landscape around them was strange and jagged, sharply constrasting the gray backdrop of the sky. The window was down and as they pulled onto the highway the tires crunched on the [...]

continue reading.....

It didn’t take the soldiers long to figure out the old man was deaf. Every day he would show up and pace the grounds outside the wall, staring at the dirt with his hands in his pockets. They would yell sometimes because they were trained to be cautious, but he never acknowledged them. [...]

continue reading.....