Title:
An Infinite Sorrow
Author: R.J.
Harker
Genre: Horror,
Science Fiction
Richard's family has just moved to the small town of
Desolation Falls. New house, new school, new friends. Everything is fine, until
he starts to notice strange things about the town. Until his best friend
disappears, and no one remembers she ever existed...
Author Bio
R.J. Harker is a horror/ science fiction writer from
Chesapeake, VA. He is a lifelong fan of
horror and science fiction. He enjoys
reading, movies, and spending quality time with his wife and daughter. An
Infinite Sorrow is his first published work. He's written over forty unpublished short
stories, and is currently working on his second novel Kellum House.
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Excerpt
One
Terry, wearing a white sheet with some holes
cut into it, threw himself up against the kitchen window. Sharon screamed and dropped the knife. Her boyfriend could not stop laughing.
"That wasn't funny, jackass! You could have gotten hurt."
"Yeah, you’re right. Your screaming is very dangerous. You are going to let me in, aren’t you?"
"No!
You're being a jerk."
"Come on, let me in. I brought flowers..."
It was very sweet that he had brought her
flowers. Terry usually never thought to
do anything like that. She did already
have the food cooking. "Ok..."
In the background, the girl from the movie
was now trying to scratch out her doctor’s eyes. Her mother was screaming and screaming. "Wow!
It's Rage of the Demon 2. Awesome."
Sharon took out the rolls. "Can't we turn it off? You know that crap upsets me."
"Sure.
I know what we can do instead..."
"Come on Terry, you know I'm not
like..."
He gripped her around the throat with
impossible strength, and began to squeeze.
"Men who fear demons see demons everywhere. I have seen my inner demons, and they are
me!!"
Sharon struggled for a few moments, knocking
everything off the counter while trying to grab something to defend
herself. It was no use. A final, sharp, cracking sound and she was
dead.
Terry sat on the floor of the kitchen, alone
with what he had done. He sat there for
what seemed like a long time, until the police kicked the front door in and
surrounded him. He was slammed down on
his stomach and handcuffed immediately. The lead officer leaned in close,
stinking of cigarette smoke, and asked Terry, "Why did you do it?"
"None of this is real. Don't you understand? None of it is real, and it just goes on and
on."
No one has figured out what really happened,
until today.
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