Back in the mid 80s I wrote two short horror stories. Unfortunately with all of the moving I've lost them. Everyone who read them back then thought they were really good and creepy.
One was about a musician teenager who, while driving home drunk, hit and killed a hitchhiker at the exact same moment a crow was being born at the scene. He never tells anyone about it. Ten years later the reincarnated teenager/crow finds a way to get the guy back to his hometown and then figures out how to exact revenge.
Story included a dream sequence where the guy is sleeping with a groupie who goes down on him and then transforms into a huge crow, that proceeds to rip his dick off. Good family fare.
The other was about a borish older bully who's driving home from a convention on a remote road and comes across a deserted car with all kinds of blood and a trail leading to a manhole cover.
He decides to go down into the sewer and ends up running into a living nightmare. Story ended with his severed head, still semi-conscious because it had a little blood left in it (checked with a doctor and confirmed it was possible), watching the nightmare eating his detached body.
Disney should call me.
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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well,
on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
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