WELCOME TO STORIES BY C.S. CASPAR
LEGEND AND LITERATURE
EACH PROGRESSIVE SPIRIT IS OPPOSED BY A THOUSAND MEDIOCRE MINDS APPOINTED TO GUARD THE PAST... Maurice Maeterlinck
Coming soon - The Light, The Shadow and Chaos.
A spiritual journey into why we live, what makes us who we are, and what happens after we die...
Here is a little of what you will find in The Light, The Shadow and Chaos.
“Be Silent…! Howled the Shadow, “You ask what is time and I say to you; time is for he who longs for death yet it never comes. Time is for those that love, yet see not their own heart. Nothing ever changes for those that seek the future in the past. For time is not a second before or after. It is the space in-between nothing and forever.”
Coming soon - The Light, The Shadow and Chaos.
A spiritual journey into why we live, what makes us who we are, and what happens after we die...
Here is a little of what you will find in The Light, The Shadow and Chaos.
“Be Silent…! Howled the Shadow, “You ask what is time and I say to you; time is for he who longs for death yet it never comes. Time is for those that love, yet see not their own heart. Nothing ever changes for those that seek the future in the past. For time is not a second before or after. It is the space in-between nothing and forever.”
THE OLD RAILWAY TUNNEL. Short Story....
The Old Railway Tunnel has a dark past and when Thomas discovers its deadly secret. It changes his life forever.
A sense of something foul surged through his body, something hideously dark; it filled him with dread and he goose fleshed all over.'
WAY TO GO. Short Story...
Laura Cooper knows everyone in town and everyone keeps secrets. When strange circumstances lead her into another dimension. She meets aspects of the alter ego and is offered a choice. But past horrors will not let her go.
'... with one hand, the creature snapped his fingers, and with the other, he searched inside his robe before withdrawing an impossibly large feathered quill. A book simply glided out of the shelf and hovered in mid-air. The creature that could have once been a man grasped the floating book with a bony hand, opening it somewhere in the middle. He flipped a few pages and began writing...'
THE TALLYMAN - A TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KING... Short Story...Is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
Out walking the Green Mile, Stephen King is hit by a Buick 8 and later finds himself in another dimension. Where he must face some of his characters. Here he struggles against what is real and what is fantasy. Will Stephen find his way out of his own nightmare? Or will he succumb to the writers demands? A twisted tale where fantasy meets reality. Or does it?
''Moments later The Dark Man was leaning over me, and smiling into my face . He was a malevolent-looking man. "Good Day, Sunshine, I' am the Tallyman," he said quietly, "I've been sent to collect." I stared back at him, my mouth gaping. "Collect… collect what?" I gurgled through more blood. There was a pause, and his smile got wider. "What is owed."
The Tallyman, had coal- black eyes. He wore a long black jacket, blue jeans, and yellow leather gloves. A black woolen beanie hid what appeared to be a bald head. I was still observing him when next he said. "Look at it this way, Stephen, what is about to happen to you is just like what happened in Pet Cemetery."
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STYGIAN RIVER: Short Story...
Visiting a witch had not been the best idea. However, it didn't matter, not to them anyway. They were going to be long dead and buried before evil came to town.
... the approaching sound of something slithering through the grass, something fat, heavy, and unnatural. It paused close to the smoldering remnants. A tiny, cold pink hand, picked up a small charred piece of blue cloth; then it moved off again. Only to disappear down the hole, it had emerged from the night before.'
DON'T LET HIM IN: Flash Fiction...
Don't Let Him In is a story of unavoidable events that lead a normal human being into a world of hurt. A world, where all one is led to believe; is shredded in a boiling darkness of regret. A payment for irony where the wailing voices of sanity are poured into visions of a conjured chaos.
It isn't human but instead, the lurking fear felt in every human heart. Then it was gone, leaping fluidly into the hallway and vanishing.'
