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    The Long Way Home: Short Story
    The Long Way Home: Short Story
    The Long Way Home: Short Story
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    The Long Way Home: Short Story

    By James Loscombe

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    Words coldn't hurt him but stones sure could

     

    Christian's simple quest for milk takes a terrifying turn when a group of menacing boys on bikes crosses his path. What begins with verbal taunts escalates into a nightmarish pursuit.

     

    In this gripping horror short, the mundane becomes a sinister playground, and Christian's desperate run for safety unveils the unsettling truth that sometimes, the journey home is anything but ordinary. Brace yourself for a tale where the echo of thrown stones lingers long after the storm has passed, leaving you questioning the thin line between the known and the unknowable. "The Long Way Home" invites you to experience a chilling narrative that will haunt your thoughts long after you've reached the final destination.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJRV Press
    Release dateMar 3, 2019
    ISBN9781386680109
    The Long Way Home: Short Story
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    James Loscombe

    James Loscombe has been publishing under various pen names for the last five years. He lives in England with his wife Tamzin and their sons Jude and Oscar.

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      The Long Way Home - James Loscombe

      The Long Way Home

      The Long Way Home

      A Short Story

      James Loscombe

      JRV Press

      Copyright © 2023 by James Loscombe

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      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      It was five-minutes past four, but outside it was already dark. It wasn’t raining yet, but heavy blue storm clouds hung low in the sky, threatening to open at any moment and soak the world. Christian stood at the bedroom window. The buildings in the distance had disappeared from view and he could no longer see the hill at the top of King Road. The road was practically deserted, and the surface had taken on a shiny black appearance.

      Chris? yelled a shrill voice from the floor below, or possibly even the floor below that, his wife’s voice carried.

      He turned away from the window. Whatever thought he’d been on the verge of having was now gone.

      Chris? she called again.

      He walked to the door and contemplated calling down to find out what she wanted. He could just imagine what would happen if he tried doing that, so, instead, he left the room.

      Michelle stood at the door to the kitchen on the second floor. She was wearing black trousers and a short-sleeved top. The only color to her was the smudge of red lipstick on her mouth.

      Chris stopped on the bottom step and admired the view. Whatever else he might think about her, he still felt a deep sense of attraction. Sometimes he wondered if she still felt the same about him.

      What are you doing up there? she asked. Her voice was now softer, but that was just an effect and didn’t mean her thoughts had softened too.

      Nothing, he replied. He’d been standing at the window thinking, but he couldn’t tell her that. She never seemed to think. So it didn’t seem likely that she would understand his need to.

      She glared at him. A look that seemed to say that she knew full well what he’d been up to and that she didn’t approve of it.

      Are you alright? he asked, ignoring her obvious provocation.

      "We’re out of

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