Stories by: Aaron Simpson

As it is written on stone, paper or any other tablet: souls of the guilty, damned or merely lost are condemned to suffer the wrath of the one fallen angel.  To suffer through the hellfire for the rest of eternity.  …

He stared at his creation.  It was squirming and kicking, trying to scream but it lacked the ability to do so.  It was mute.  Its skin was pale white, blue veins clearly visible: like blue ink under a sheet of …

In the middle of the Umatilla National Forest of Oregon and Washington, more specifically the Wenaha-Tucannon Wilderness; an occurrence took place that not many will forget, and it will be marked as an occasion that will change the total point …

Last thing Eddie remembered was the party on campus.  Girls, booze, and music.  Couple guys hitting the drugs hard in the back room.  Marijuana joints burned like incense in cigarette trays.  He went there with a mission: get as trashed …

The tale I am about to share is of most questionable verity.  I can assure the reader that this story is true, for I have experienced it.  I am aware that my word fails to be undeniably true, it’s only …

I watched some lightning strike far off in the distance while I stood by the glass doors of my work office, reading a text and replying before setting off.  It was pouring down to where the line of sight was …