Paul Westlake
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They All Die Laughing
They All Die Laughing Everyone who had braved the elements this evening to come to this club, were all by now thinking that they had made the right decision, as no doubt they were all being thoroughly entertained, which was clear by the howls of laughter that engulfed the entire venue. But no one seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as Vic Smith, who was standing underneath the spotlight directly in the center of the stage with microphone in hand. Knowing that he had the audience, exactly where he wanted them.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Horror
They All Die Laughing
They All Die Laughing Everyone who had braved the elements this evening to come to this club, were all by now thinking that they had made the right decision, as no doubt they were all being thoroughly entertained, which was clear by the howls of laughter that engulfed the entire venue. But no one seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as Vic Smith, who was standing underneath the spotlight directly in the center of the stage with microphone in hand. Knowing that he had the audience, exactly where he wanted them.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Horror
Private Richard Garforth
Private Richard Garforth It was a dark, cold, and harsh night on this day, during the winter of 1813. It had already rained heavily once today, which had turned into sleet, and now through the darkness and blustery wind, the heavens had now opened into rain once more. This was certainly not a night to be outdoors if it were at all possible as on the outskirts of a small English town, looking somewhat isolated and alone, stood what appeared to be from the outside, a plain, ordinary building. Not especially large, but not all that small either.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Alice
REFLECTIONS OF ALICE The mirror showed a reflection that wasn`t my own. But that wasn`t the only strange thing that was happening right now. As, not for a single minute could I figure out how my bathroom mirror could detach itself from being screwed into the wall to now being broken exactly into two pieces on my bathroom floor. Not another crack anywhere in either side of the mirror, no splinters of glass anywhere in sight. Just, what was once, a rectangle shaped mirror, which is now split almost exactly down the center in two.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Horror
Gregory the Great
Gregory The Great The sun was beginning to rise, and rise, and in no time at all, it was shining ever so brightly and telling everyone for miles around that it was time to get up and enjoy whatever this day had to offer in this remote and small town, hidden away in the Northern part of South Africa. Which was exactly what Johannes, had every intention of doing as school was over for another week and all he had on his mind was to have fun. Not to stay around the house to do boring chores as his mother was now calling out for him to do. He had other plans for today, namely, football.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Families
Today of all Day`s
Today of all Day`s And, so, the day had finally arrived, and what a lovely spring Sunday afternoon it was of 1924. The sun was out, birds were singing, and Apple Blossom Trees were in full bloom, so full in fact, that some many of them had generously allowed many of their petals to fall and make random patterns on the ground, which looked far better than the usual dark grey pavements. Some locals were already out and about enjoying the sunshine whilst others were just hanging out of their windows happy and more than willing to talk to anyone, especially those who could inform them of all the latest goings on.
By Paul Westlake4 years ago in Fiction
