Liam Storm
Bio
I currently work as a thatcher, but love the art of writing a narrative, currently I am working on putting my ideas onto paper and creating a book. In the meantime I create short stories to keep myself, girlfriend and two dogs entertained.
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Stories (21/0)
- Top Story - May 2024
Six Feet UnderTop Story - May 2024
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm12 days ago in Fiction
72 Days
PROLOGUE It was Tom's 18th, and Rachel had planned a romantic day out in London, first a small lunch in a small cafe, with a small present for him to open there, then she had booked for the two of them to go onto the London eye, which Tom had always said he wanted to do, after that, two tickets in the electric cinema to see the new Marvel movie that came out, Tom always talked about how he wanted to go to the electric cinema, he'd just never got round to it, it was just like a normal cinema, but instead of the usual chairs, there are sofas and beds, for you to sit and lie on whilst watching a film on the big screen, very cool! And finally a dinner at his favourite restaurant. It was all so well planned, and she had it in her head as the perfect day for the both of them.
By Liam Storm13 days ago in Chapters
I don't have the time
Hi, this is the first non-fiction piece I've ever written and uploaded, so it feels a bit weird just to be writing it. And so we get to the crux, I adore this site and community, and wish I had more time to read the stories that some of my favourite authors on here write, however I just don't have the time in my day to day life to read a lot of them.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Writers
- Top Story - April 2024
The Legend of ArdanorTop Story - April 2024
The trees are talking. At least that's what it sounded like to Rin, he could hear the birds tweeting, and the rustling of leaves replying. He imagined deep and long conversations happening between all the creatures of the forest and the trees of old.
By Liam Storm2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024