Consider me a mortician of words. I drag dead things from the depths of my hard drive. Then, I take them apart, embalm them, and throw them in their open casket for all of you to see.
On the left, there are cute animal stories. On the right, we have a horror story, perhaps with a little squirm left in it. Dead center, we have something new; call it a rework in progress.
Feedback appreciated, insults ignored. Respect the dead--person or story, fiction or not.
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benjaminburkett
Jun 29, 2021 02:50PM
I've been off of here for a while and keep neglecting to do a final run through my Dead Scout's book. So I'm just going to post all of it over the next week or two but be warned that it was my first...View all Conversations
Stories by Benjamin Burkett
The Second Stage
A world unseen dies over and over. It shrieks at a pitch that you cannot hear. It rots with a stench that y...
The Dead Scout's Handbook of After...
For Cayden Caldwell, life had been the easy part. Yes, he had to escape a neglectful household, and sure, he...
The Haunt of Feathers and Fur
I based this story on a writing prompt and took off from there. It's a short one, about 5,500 words. It's a...