Doug Langille

hack writer & shameless technophile

Eerie

Station Seven

4 minute read

The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.

Fear

less than 1 minute read

I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.

Eye Spy

3 minute read

Something green.

At Night

less than 1 minute read

I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.

Pink Tint

less than 1 minute read

So much blood.

Haley Dreams

1 minute read

My dreams always started the same way.

Lessons

2 minute read

So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.

Observation

less than 1 minute read

I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.