Nick LaMacchia
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Paradox
I: The dream was fresh in Clancy’s mind as he descended the stairs in a sleepy haze; it was a memory, really. A specific recollection of a rare time his family was on vacation together. He and his parents were cliff-diving by the ocean, and he’d managed to step on a large jellyfish. His foot seared with such excruciating pain that he swore he’d never go by the ocean again.
By Nick LaMacchia3 years ago in Horror
The Contingency
They were training me for something. I didn’t know what it was. Come to think of it – I didn’t know much about anything going on at the time. My days were repeated cycles of regimented activities. As far as I could tell, every day since I was born in that windowless box had been the exact same. Wake up. Learn history. Exercise. Eat. Sleep. That was my life for 25 years. They never mentioned the outside world… hell… they barely mentioned anything outside of history class. It was an airless circle that was grinding me to oblivion; I thought I was being tortured… that it would never end.
By Nick LaMacchia3 years ago in Futurism
The Salesman: Part I
It’s an evening like any other in the desert of Southern Arizona. The first hints of nightfall lurk under the blazing daylight; a painted sky overlooks a calm ocean of dust and sand extending to the horizon. A picturesque moment of utter tranquility in a pocket of the world that seems concealed from human touch; a peace that’s broken by the repetitive sound of metal striking dirt...
By Nick LaMacchia3 years ago in Horror