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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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Herr Doktor Doktor

03/18/2019

The little Austrian informed Father I was quite sane, which was a great relief. He had been here for a week, pushing inkblots under my nose suggesting that perhaps I saw animals fighting or copulating, and I cautiously agreed. Now he declared me cured and perfectly sound of mind, although he did not say what I was cured off, and I did not inquire. HERR DOKTOR DOKTOR an extract from THE LEPIDOPTERIST'S BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER Father did not give me long to mourn the disappearance of my bride.
CAMBERWELL GREEN RUTH AND JOHN

03/07/2019

The two women looked at each other, and then turned to glare at John. No words were spoken, but a wise man would have known better than to cross them. Poor John, wisdom was never one of his virtues. He smiled happily at the two women as if he hadn’t a care in the world. CAMBERWELL GREEN RUTH AND JOHN Ruth and Aggie stood round the travel case, and in the bottom, they saw a package of documents. “What are these?” asked Ruth. Before Aggie could answer, there came the sound of John
The Dracula Murder Case - Des Dixon - GP

02/26/2019

"Remember that kid Sebastian Dominic, we called Fang?” Everyone in that group laughed as they recalled how they teased classmate Sebastian Dominic, calling him “Fang,” because of his prominent fang-like incisors. -The Dracula Murder Case- by Des Dixon Des is a canadain writer and comic genius. He spent four months recovering from TB in a sanitarium. His TB got better but his sanity remains questionable to this day. Born in Northen Ontario, his first job was a blaster's assistant at
A Description of an Encounter on a Moonlit Night, Nettlebed Exeter, December Eighteen Ninety Two

02/18/2019

The succubus stood by the window shining in the moonlight, smiling at me, encouraging me with open arms. Tiny beating wings, sharp teeth tipped red with blood. She turned in the moonlight. Eye-spotted wings stared at me, hypnotic. Wings beat faster than the beat of my heart. Rustling wings ever harder, little vortexes of wind. She hovered over me. Out into the moonlight she passed, evading my net. I pushed my head out the window and watched as she flew upwards and upwards towards the full moon
THE LOCH NESS MONSTER

02/11/2019

We rode out to the loch in your dad’s silver merc; you drove. Giggling, laughing, we stripped on the water’s edge letting our clothes fall together. Our eyes stealing shy glimpses of smooth skin. We swam out into the loch, out to the deep water; backstroke, breaststroke, crawl, the icy water like a dead lover’s caress. In the full moon’s light, your hair and skin glowed like silver, like you were a ghost or a spirit. You swam towards me and treading water, you kissed me. Your lips tasted of salt
THE PATH ANDREAS UFEN

02/04/2019

Pavlos got up and picked up a piece of newspaper that lay on the pavement. He sat down again. This time a bit closer to Albano's makeshift bed and unfolded the paper. '18. November 1962' it said on the top of the page. The year was correct but it was July, or wasn't it? What happened to the last four months? THE PATH Pavlos strolled down the small path that led to the beach. A young white cat with brown speckles followed him, exploring the high grass which was buzzing with insects in
THE SUPERNATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM

01/28/2019

When we arrived at the Super-Natural History Museum, we were ushered into the exhibition hall. The photographs themselves were grainy and unremarkable. They were distinguished only by the presence of fairy folk in the photography THE SUPERNATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM An Extract from THE LEPIDOPTERIST'S BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER When I stopped at the door to leave, I turned to her. “Was your visit productive?” she asked. “Not as productive as I had hoped,” I told her. She looked at me, and I
The Twins

01/23/2019

Once the chanty pot was full, Ruth needed a better place to hide their savings. She told herself that’s what they were; savings not stealing. I’m doing it for his own good, besides, what’s his is mine THE TWINS JOHN AND RUTH The twins never cried not ever. They never cried to be fed or to be changed or to be cuddled. Instead, they just stared at Ruth with those creepy golden eyes and demanded to be fed or changed, or cuddled. Poor Ruth, she was rushed of her feet. If wasn’t one twin
TURN NEITHER TO THE LEFT HAND NOR THE RIGHT

01/15/2019

Darkness would give her some cover, but in the end, there was no hiding, not from them. She’d be better to start running and keep running. Turn Neither to the Left Hand Nor the Right Anne had packed tins of food into her backpack. “Come with me?” she said. I shook my head; there was no point discussing it again. “Where will you go?” I asked. “Does it matter?” She was right. They’ll find us no matter where we hide. They are everywhere. “I’ll wait until it is dark,” she continued.

ENJOY

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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Herr Doktor Doktor

CAMBERWELL GREEN RUTH AND JOHN

The Dracula Murder Case - Des Dixon - GP

A Description of an Encounter on a Moonlit Night, Nettlebed Exeter, December Eighteen Ninety Two

THE LOCH NESS MONSTER

THE PATH ANDREAS UFEN

THE SUPERNATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM

The Twins

TURN NEITHER TO THE LEFT HAND NOR THE RIGHT

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