Richard [Part 1]

Richard [Part 1]

A Chapter by E.A. Simon

Just as I began to slip back into sleep, my cheek was beamed with heat from the window I was leaning against. The Sun was shining onto the left side of the car making everything inside hot to touch.
We weren't allowed to open windows so instead I remembered the feeling of cold wind, and how it had cooled my skin that morning.
Kelly's jumper was thick so I flopped my head onto her shoulder and tried to relax, tried to rest without thinking, tried not to worry as much as I had been.


I slowly opened up my eyes. Kelly was peering down at me.

'Are you sleeping again? I'm Sorry. I won't wake you.'

'Im just chilling,' I said back, 'do you mind me?'

'Of course not.' She said, smiling affectionately.

We stopped at the side of the road an hour in.
There were dark, green hedges on both sides with the branches of trees peering over the top of them. Further up the road were great iron gates that lead into a graveyard and beyond were the turret tops of stone graves sticking out among the trees; a sombre skyline.

Dom got out leaving the door open behind him.

'That b*****d is lighting a cigarette.' Alex whispered behind us, 'Whats a polite way of saying 'bullshit'?'

'What a Legend!' Laura laughed, momentarily gazing from her phone.

'Who said you couldn't smoke in here?' She called after him, 'Since when have you been decent?!'

Dom didn't respond.

'I suppose it doesn't f*****g matter.' She laughed loudly.

She banged on the glass.

Dom didn't budge.
He was propped up against a thin tree, looking into the distance. His head was cocked up towards the autumn sun and his puffs of cigarette smoke were disintegrating into the warm air.

We were all tentatively observing.

It was no more than three minutes of puffing, when a breeze blew through Dom's open door, urging our driver to stub out his cigarette and turn to get back in. He turned back however, forgetting something and walked back towards the tree.
He then pulled from his trousers his large penis which rolled out in front of him. A great arc of urine shot from it soaking the tree bark.

Laura awkwardly laughed.

'What the f**k?'

Alex shuffled in his seat and the others looked away.

I however, was intoxicatingly fascinated.

In front of me, his fluid turned from bright gold, to a dull brown, to a rich, blood red and it ran constantly, like a stream being manually pumped by an unknown force. Streaming and streaming red like a cut vein, sharply and sparsely splattering, staining the tree.

After what seemed like an excruciatingly long, steady flow of blood urine, the gold colour began returning to it. Like turning off a tap, the liquid steadily dripped and ceased.

I was still fixated.

'Stop staring, f*g!'

Sweat was moist on Alex's forehead. He was launched over me with a clenched fist.

Kelly spoke up, without hesitation;

'Alex don't. You know how he gets.'

Alex breathed heavily. His sunk back into his seat. Next to him, Sam and Joanne sat wide eyed and silent.

Kelly turned to me.

'You okay?' She mouthed.

I nodded.

A loud thump shook the car. The door in front had been slammed shut and Dom was back. He glanced at us and apologised to Laura.

'Sorry babe.'

I turned towards the window again and closed my eyes. As the car coughed into ignition I felt a throbbing in my head. It succumbed; Sleep grabbed me by the neck.

My sleep was deep. I dreamt in feverish red.

I, myself, was drenched in blood; it was thick and sticky, like jam covering every part of my body, all except my eyes. In my direct line of vision was Dom, urinating again, standing in the same spot by the tree; this time though, surrounding us both was night.

This nightmarish Dom was hunched over, his back curling forward in an impossible way. His liquid began to change colour once again. It rapidly bled from him and the tree morphed; it sunk and compacted into a slap of stone. A grave; The writing on it hidden behind its vandal.
Dom twitched, sensing my presence behind him. He slowly turned, still streaming blood.

He was in full profile. His face was wrinkled and in rolls, rolls and rolls of overlapping, gloopy skin. In place of his eyes where two flesh pink spaces; the skin was so tight here you could see blue veins resting on the skin from the other side. Dom began to smile, a hideous smile, his lips tightening as a grin filled the entire bottom of his face. It revealed a black void.

I glanced down at the fluid that was now painfully loud, the relentless trickling echoing through my soul.

The eyeless Dom lifted his penis and aimed it at my feet. The great, red current then began creeping its way up my body.

I was paralysed. The thick blood that covered my body, did not shield me; I felt the heat from the urine work upwards on me like an ascending elevator with a smell of rot and copper rich in the air, all my senses becoming accustom to it.

In a blink of an eye it was daylight again and in front of me was the grey tree. Only the tree.

I blinked again.

My eyes suddenly stung, fighting off a hot liquid that began to splatter onto them. They too were being splurged with the warm red. It stung like spicy sauce. I whimpered, confused.

'Watch as I bleed on your Grave Richie!' screeched Dom.

Then all around, miniature fireworks sprouted from thin air. The sky turned pale and the pain died down.

'Oh poor Richard', Kelly was peering at me again, 'you just can't get sleep.'

As my eyes came into focus, Kelly looked like some half dream. She shuffled closer and placed her hand onto my forehead.

'Jesus Christ. It's fire. Are you drinking water?'

I gestured to my empty water bottle on the ground between my legs.

'Here, have some of mine. It's cool'.

I sat up. Kelly coaxingly unscrewed the top of her bottle and looked up at me, glistening.

'Let me feed it to you!' She laughed.

I laughed back, feeling quite unbelievable.

She gently cupped the back of my head like a precious baby and put the spout of the water bottle into my mouth, squeezing softly.

After a gulp, Kelly began laughing again. I laughed too, spitting the water out in front of me. We gripped to each other and started giggling uncontrollably.

'What's so funny?' Laura turned to us.

Kelly stopped, embarrassed;

'Nothing. Sorry for disturbing the peace.'

As Laura turned away again, Kelly pulled my head towards hers and kissed my forehead.

'I don't want you to worry Richard, everything's going to be fine.' She said sincerely.

She patted my lap and moved back to her place. She'd left the water bottle for me. I took a few more swigs. The cool water sent tingles throughout my body.

I looked out of the window to see the dawn sky, awash with orange and blue. I glanced at the fading sun.

'Are you sure of where it is?' Laura asked.

Dom didn't shift his attention. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles were white and red.

'I'm sure it'll be around here somewhere.' Laura said pacifyingly.

She put her hand on his thigh.

'Leave off me woman!' Dom snapped.

He shot her a look and went back to focusing on the open road.

Surely, as we drove across thinner and bumpier country roads, the grass on the fields each side became greener and from the fields sprouted cliffs that spread for miles and formed mountainous steps to the sky.
Rivers melted into Rivers.
This new location had its own selection of eery stone turrets among its skyline; more castles and more churches the further in we got. From the holy buildings, choirs sung hymns. The singing voices penetrated the car and softly rang in our ears.

'Can you hear that music?' Laura asked.

Kelly had tears in her eyes. She turned to me.

'Its perfect isn't it? It's like the movies.'

© 2018 E.A. Simon

Author's Note

E.A. Simon
Hi thanks for taking a look! Please let me know if the story is easy to follow and my if main protagonist is likeable! Also would love feedback on how to transform this from a young mans musings to a professional novel. Any help, feedback, comments greatly appreciated.

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Hi, there. So immediately upon reading I noticed there was a realistic error. So, at one point, the story reads, "her smile was infectious and her teeth shone with morning dew." Teeth can't shine from morning dew, though. Unless she has dentures that she removed, or unless she grimaced all night like a horse (lips pulled back over teeth) it would be a physical impossibility to have dew in her teeth. I would consider changing that. There were also a few errors later on, such as where you say, "Kelly stopped suddenly to look at Rich's happy face and grin." But by saying "happy face" you're already implying he's grinning, as (aside from twinkling eyes) there's really nothing that constitutes a happy face besides a smile. And because of your prior sentences the conclusion can be drawn he's smiling when you say he has a happy face. So you can get rid of the word grin. There's also a part where you say Rich is feeling "unbelievable", but that's vague. What does that mean? A better word can be chosen here to give the reader a sense of Rich and how he's feeling. I'm not saying this to nitpick, I'm saying all of this to lead to my main piece of advice: watch your wordage and make sure you're making sense. The story is great, all in all you're a wonderful writer. The character's stay consistent and are believable- they have flaws and strengths, all signs of good characters. The suspense you create is perfect for this genre. You have good horror descriptions- your one weakness is that you do make some writing mistakes.
One scene I really like is the nightmare scene. It was very well described- one of my first immediate thoughts was, "God, I hope if they make a movie out of this they skip this part." It was both terrifying and (with the pissing Rich part) disturbing. A good mix. However, we also have another writing mistake here where you say the skin is "rolling" off of the man, suggesting excess, but then in another part you say the skin is tight. You can't have skin be loose and be tight.
But yeah, overall, good story! You definitely did well at getting reader's invested and striking their curiosity, something that is extremely hard to do in the first chapter ^.^

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Tags: americanhorrorstory, cabininthewoods, twilight, teen, horror, supernatural, lifeanddeath, timetravel


E.A. Simon
E.A. Simon

Toronto, Spiritualist , Canada

Hi! I'm an Englishman living in Canada, I'm 22 years old and I've got a passion for writing and art. Outside of that I'm a professional dancer. Trademark_Artist on Instagram and EA Simon on Wattpad more..


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