Matthew R. Stitt // The Writer’s Archive

Tag: monsters

  • Authors Anxiety but the Preacher’s brew

    I’m in a bit of an anxious mess here lately.  I’ve realized that I delay a lot of stuff.  Why?

    I don’t know maybe it’s an unconscious why of failing at stuff.  Anyways, as much as I want to belly ache about stuff on my blog I really want to avoid it.  It should be something fun to read.

    I’m working on a second piece to the Zeus’ preacher.  I really had nothing else planned for it but it’s a really cool idea, my opinion of course.

    —–

    John Paul sat within the small room that served as his office and rested his face upon his hands.  Sandy, his 16 year old daughter walked past the door and stopped.

    “Dad, what’s going on?  Your acting like a odd-ball.”

    John Paul laughed silently and raised his head.  “You, so young and innocent of the world.  How can you possible understand the weight of something you haven’t dealt with.”

    Sandy’s face fell slightly, “how can you be so arrogant to believe I have no weight upon my young shoulders.”

    John Paul froze.  He had not expected an intelligent response but he virtually slapped himself because he should of.  Sandy had always been sharp and intuitive which was possibly why their relationship was tense at times.  John Paul struggled to understand the politics between young and old.  He had fallen into a familiar pattern.

    “Anyways,” said Sandy with a smile.  “The firemen left.  The fire burned barely an acre of the corn.  “That’s good… I guess,” John Paul said swallowing some guilt.  “I will have to apologize to Mr. Erickson when he returns from his mother’s house.

    Sandy stood silent.  John Paul look away thinking then realizing she was waiting asks.  “Did you want to ask my something?”

    Sandy hemmed for several seconds, “Umm… why does no one know about your brother?”

    John Paul stood, “I lost my brother years ago.  I thought he had passed in a fire.”

    Sandy studied her father, “Why are you lying?”  John Paul tried not to react.  The question caught him off guard.  “My brother had passed in a fire when we were boys.  I don’t care to recall the details.”  Sandy squawked and turned abruptly.  “A-hole.”

    “What!”  John Paul replied and began to follow her but stopped.  He was a bit abrupt, he thought but she did not need to resort to name calling.  “His brother,” he thought, “had started something that was long brewing.”

  • Short, Red-Headed, Wild-Haired Monster

    Imagine driving down a long highway, mid morning.  In front of you are several cars driving forward.  The the left is a station-wagon.  Two people sit within the front seat and a single, small figure sits in the back seat.  Behind that back seat is a large empty space under an extended section.  A large dirty window allows a vague view of what’s going on within the station-wagon.  Not strange and nothing abnormal.

    It holds your attention for a short time but your exit is coming up within a mile.  There is a second car a head of you.  It is a red four-door with a small window.  There are several people inside.  The exit appears but something catches you eye within the left car.  Someone red-headed, wild haired and short, climbs over the backseat of the station-wagon.  The child in the backseat disappears quickly.  The station-wagon swerves dangerously.  The driver looks back several times.  The passenger quietly screams as he watches the monster.  The red-headed, short creature then attacks the passenger and this attempt forces the driver into the grass and across to the other side of the highway.  Your call wiggles due to your reaction to the sight.  The car crashes into several others.  Your exit is nearly a mile behind.  You realize it but then hear a noise behind you.  You look and the car pulls to the right.  Behind you in the small back seat stands a short, red-head, wild haired monster.

  • The Mine – Chapter 1 – (Archive story)

    Place: Small mining town North of Cheyenne, 1990

    Two miners talk about home as they exit a large tunnel.
    “You going to see Mary, Paul?”
    “Yea, she’s hav’n problems with the baby,” Paul is a pot-bellied, middle-aged man.
    The other man, Joe kicks the dirt then says, “I’m sorry wish I could help.”
    “Appreciate it.”
    Paul and Joe disappear under a steel and rock.  Several tracks sit upon the ground.  The carts left an hour ago.  Paul and Joe are running late.  Five steps later a small rumble gurgled up from within the mine.  This gurgle continued to mumble as it also grew louder.  Seconds later, an explosion erupts from the mine and the entryway begins to shake.  Paul and Joe turn and run but become overwhelmed within the dust and rocks.

    Place: Seattle, Washington

    Daniel Saxc walks out of the bathroon and into the bedroom of his hotel room.  Pulling the covers off his bed, he slides into bad.  “Finally,” he says.  “These long nightes are killing me.”

    As he closes his eyes and begins to sleep, the phone rigns.  It rings twice then he awakes withi a start.  “Damn.  What is it.”

    He answers irritated.  “Mr Daniel Sax, a Dr. John Mason is on the phone for you.  Said it’s really important.

    “Yea, whatever,” Daniel says rudely.  “I’ll be right there.”

    “Alright, sir,” said the voice.

    “Damn it,”  Daniel places the phone upon the receiver and rubs his face.  “I’ll be lucky if this is a prank call.”

    Ten minutes later, Danial walks down a set of stairs to the lobby.  He gets to the bottom of the stairs and ai small man brushes by him.. “Excuse me.”

    “Sorry,” Daniel replies and the man disappears down the hallway.  At the front desk a tall, acne-faced kid stands talking to several people at once.

    “Shawn!”  Daniel shouts due to the increase in volume as more people enter the front door.

    “Where’s the phone?”  Shawn, the clerk points to the right and Daniel finds the phone.

    “Hello, Mr. Sax?”

    “What is going on Dr. Mason?”

    “I am a geologist studying abandoned mines in Wyoming.”

    “I know of you Dr. Mason.”

    “Well, I got a phone call a couple of hours ago.  Just after I returned from my office…”  Daniel’s attention diverts to the man he ran into earlier.  He bolts from the hotel.  The lobby is busier then it normally is this late at night.  It’s odd.

    “… the was a mine explosion near a small city in Cheyenne.  Several of their men are trapped in the mine.  Five already confirmed dead and many more missing.”

    Place: Dallas, Texas – Several days later

    Behind an office door a small middle-aged man sits uncomfortably within his office chair.  He balances a phone within his left shoulder and ear and is searching with his right hand for a file on his mess of a desk.

    “I have it right here,” he confirms as the file appears under a pile of candy wrappers.

    “Daniel Sax, born July 4th, 1970 in Columbus, Ohio.  His father left the family when he was 10 and they seemed to of moved to Seattle.  He studied Geology at Pennsylvania University but quit after 3 years.”

    “That’s fine,” said the voice on the phone.  “He states he found what in Cheyenne?”

    “Sir,  he says he found dinosaur bones and other monsters within a mine.”

    “Did you say monsters? ”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Seriously?”