Teraphobia

As children, the world is terrifying? Shadows in a dark corner, noises in the kitchen or the tall dark stranger that approaches you and your mother in the parking lot of a shopping mall.

As a child I had teraphobia, the fear of monsters. A condition prominent during childhood. The condition normally resolves itself in time. Imagine a world where this is an everyday occurrence. Not the fear of monster that are not there. The fear of the ones that are real and everyone knows they exist. There is no hiding.

Notice of intent: A promise to myself and my reader. I intend to rebuild my blog. Reshape my stories into an interconnected world.

Work in Progress/ Status

Charlie: Updated today

Killing Barbara: was updated but needs introduction. This is in the North Eastern territory and within the City of Zombies

The Part with Gary: Still needs work. Needs to be reshaped, edited and reworked

• The Cornfield Song
  Before the chaos of MARS, before the Thrall, before the world turned on the Harrow… there was a single creature kneeling in a field of corn, planting a seed in sacred silence. And a human who wanted nothing left to remember.
• [ARCHIVIST DOSSIER // PERSONAL ENTRY] —Before the Collapse, there was Max Co.
  Authored by Arthur Boxford – Archivist He was everywhere — a brand mascot, political spokesman, soda icon, and holiday special host. Sometimes all at once. His face sold everything from cola to unity. His smile never changed. And when the signals went dark, Max kept broadcasting. The Advertising Division preserves the promotional fallout of that… Read more: [ARCHIVIST DOSSIER // PERSONAL ENTRY] —Before the Collapse, there was Max Co.
• [ARCHIVIST DOSSIER // PERSONAL ENTRY – MAX UNIT SIGNAL]
  CLASSIFIED – INTERNAL TRANSMISSION ONLY STATUS: UNCONFIRMED RESPONSE The signal has been deployed. The broadcast is live. Units have been dispatched across fractured sectors—flyers, glyphs, slogans, vessels. Each one a carrier of the old brand, a relic of influence coded with hope. No replies. Not yet. This is the quiet between pulses. A dangerous place.… Read more: [ARCHIVIST DOSSIER // PERSONAL ENTRY – MAX UNIT SIGNAL]
• Erik becomes Erik Ashford
  A cough echoed through a dust-choked grocery store. A second cough awakened a Harrow— A human-shaped shell of a living being, its soul long since stolen. The monster groaned, lifted its head and moved forward. A thin, frayed rope bit into its neck where flesh had rotted away to muscle. It stopped and blinked, cancerous… Read more: Erik becomes Erik Ashford
• The Trial of Dr. Gabriel Loren Cross
  “Does the jury have a verdict?” The judge sat elevated above the courtroom, his expression flat as he spoke to the jury foreman. The foreman, a tall, vampiric, pale-faced man rose. He opened an envelope, removed a folded sheet and cleared his throat. “We the jury,” he began, “find the defendant guilty of count one,… Read more: The Trial of Dr. Gabriel Loren Cross
• Creating a new beginning from pieces
  An intern, dressed in a light blue hospital uniform, pushed open the door to the executive break room. “Dr. Stein!” he shouted, “something has gone terribly wrong.” Dr. David Stein, sitting in a overstuffed chair, tossed a cup of stale coffee into the sink of the break room. The intern waited then turned and ran out of the room.