Tales of the Hungered

The Overwhelming Itch: A Halloween Story

An itch. That’s how it always starts. An itch in the back of my neck. No, in the deep recesses of my mind, where no conscious thoughts can reach. And it’s subtle, most days. Quiet. Can barely tell that it’s started until the need to scratch it is overwhelming. Until there is nothing to do but tear through my own skin at the base of my skull to reach it. And once I’ve lost all semblance of control, once I’m tearing into the back of my neck like a madman, time stops. Freedom. H

J. Joseph

Oct 318 min read

Bloodied on the Beach

Pain. Blood across the sand. The warmth of the beach and soft sand slamming hard into my body. But that’s getting ahead of myself. It all...

J. Joseph

Jan 318 min read

A Hunt, Planned and Executed

It’s oddly chilly today, especially for the beginning of summer. That should be good for the hunt, though it doesn’t matter much for...

J. Joseph

May 31, 20248 min read

The Fall

The wind is strong. Harsh. I stand on the edge of the massive office building, smelling the beauty of the world. One last time. The call....

J. Joseph

Oct 23, 20208 min read

The Hunt

The air is stiff. That’s never a good sign. The air only gets stiff when trouble’s around. I haven’t let go in a while. Trouble might be...

J. Joseph

May 22, 20208 min read