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David Rae Stories

I’m an LDS short story writer. I write horror, ghost stories, mystery, magical realism and other genres. I write any plot that come into my imagination. Here are some of my short stories for you to read for free. I hope you enjoy them. Feel free to contact me with any comments or feedback that you want to share.

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Vanessa

09/18/2018

the very mention of her name is painful to me. . Vanessa, as perfect and as beautiful as the most precious of pinned butterflies. VANESSA an extract from THE LEPIDOPTERIST'S BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER As a result of her illness, my poor mother was confined to her chambers in the upper floors. Even when I was small, I had only the slightest contact with her, and even then it was mostly just to sit in silence while she stared with vacant eyes. In spite of her ailment, Father was able to extract
A Piece of Blue Silk

09/11/2018

“Twelve, Twelve shillings.” the soldier says, “It’s all I can afford. You’ll need to wait here while I go and collect the money. Will you wait? Is it enough?” A PIECE OF BLUE SILK (An extract from Crowman) David Rae What is the name of this town? I do not recall. It is like so many other towns; a wall, a gate, a market, an inn, and soldiers. Erebus’s soldiers are everywhere. We wait to be allowed out of the gate. There is some kind of hold up. It looks as if the soldiers are checking
BEDTIME STORY Joslyn Chase Guest Post

09/05/2018

Swallowing his dread, he ran to the garage, stuffed his pockets full of baggies, and grabbed a shovel. He’d sharpened the blade to a wicked edge and he tested it carefully with his finger. It would do. JOSLYN CHASE is a prize winning author writer of suspense, horror and psychological thrillers. You can read her blog here. catch her latest release DOUBLE ECLIPSE here. Thanks to Joslyn again for allowing us to bring you this very spooky story. The creature hunched over the carcass,
THE SAVAGE AND THE APE

08/28/2018

But there was no reasoning with the madman; he lunged once more for John’s throat. But this time, John was not going to be caught so easily. He lashed out with his fist and caught Mr Quervish square on the chin. THE SAVAGE AND THE APE I saw this photo taken by my good friend Andrew Breed and instantly knew I had to use it on my blog. The story below was written in outline and it just seemed to fit perfectly with the picture. Thank you so much Andrew for letting me use this. The picture is
THE TRIP - ANDREAS UFEN - GUEST POST

08/21/2018

We decided that it would be a great idea to borrow two Ring Riders while we still had time to have a closer look at Saturn's breath-taking rings. I gave her a big grin. Yep, I was ready! Andreas was born in Germany and now lives in Scotland. He loves the sea, good food, good books and music and is a converted member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (which makes him a Mormon, basically). He very much enjoys his spiritual journey through life but finds the physical
TOPPERS SHOP - ISEULT MURPHY

08/14/2018

“My memories,” Sarah said. “I don’t want them anymore. ”The man licked his lips. “A fair price indeed for happiness.” This week I'm delighted to host Iseult Murphy and to give you an oppertunity to read and extract from THE ZOO OF THE DEAD and other stories. Iseult Murphy lives on the east coast of Ireland with three cats, five dogs and a couple of humans. She writes horror, fantasy and science fiction short stories and novels. Her work has appeared in over a dozen venues, including
THE FOREST SAW IT ALL

08/08/2018

The forest saw it all. Less than a moon turn she lasted. THE FOREST SAW IT ALL The forest saw it all. Less than a moon turn she lasted. Wrapped in a shroud, he planted her in the leafy earth under the shade of birch and pine. Worms and beetles took her to the forest, bit by bit. She called to him from the snake tree, and he rushed to her while the moon shone across the water. They lay on sheets of green. Her embrace was stronger than death. Beetles and worms took him bit by bit. The
THE MOVING PICTURE HALL

08/04/2018

The smell of cheap rum got stronger, but it wasn’t rum. Behind her, Ruth could see someone fumbling with the curtain trying to get through into her box. Down below John was playing sharp discordant notes on his violin as Valentino struggled with a gang of desert thieves to protect his lady love. THE MOVING PICTURE HOUSE by David Rae “So,” asked Ruth, “Where did you learn to play the violin? Are you in an orchestra? You sounded very good” John laughed. “Not any more, I did play in
THE VIOLIN RUTH AND JOHN

08/01/2018

My Bergonzi,” said John in hushed tones. And then he lifted the violin to his chin, and holding the bow in his long delicate fingers; he drew the sweetest sound Ruth had ever heard. She stood transfixed. That’s why his hands are so soft and supple, she thought, he’s a musician. THE VIOLIN First stop was the registrar’s office. It was all over, quick and painless. “You may now kiss the bride,” said the officiator, so John did. “Oh, get off,” said Ruth smiling. “So where now? Shall

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A writers motivation is the pleasure they recieve from reading and a wish to share that joy. Childrens' adventures, picture books, pirates, goblins and elves, witches and wizards. We love these stories but we also love stories about far away places, ordinary people and different ways of looking at the world.

I've tried to make my stories true to life. Not in the literal sense but in the sense that they feel true and convincing. I've tried to make them enjoyable and hope that I can bring some of the joy that I get from reading to some else.

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Vanessa

A Piece of Blue Silk

BEDTIME STORY Joslyn Chase Guest Post

THE SAVAGE AND THE APE

THE TRIP - ANDREAS UFEN - GUEST POST

TOPPERS SHOP - ISEULT MURPHY

THE FOREST SAW IT ALL

THE MOVING PICTURE HALL

THE VIOLIN RUTH AND JOHN

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