Matthew Irving
Stories (3/0)
Imaginary Friend
The smell of the burning rubber filled my nose and made me gag. It only took me a moment to remember where I was and what had gotten me here. I was hanging upside down, still strapped to the seat. I could hear Molly crying, pleading for someone to help me. I tried to tell her that it was alright, that I was going to be ok. No matter how I tried to speak, the words only came out as a whisper.
By Matthew Irving2 years ago in Fiction
Quarantine Nightmare
They say with age comes wisdom. I'm not too sure about that anymore. I'm nearly eighty, and I have learned one of the most important lessons of my long life. The lesson was to be careful what you wish for because it might not be what you want. The nightmare that comes along with it may be more than you can ever bear.
By Matthew Irving2 years ago in Horror