The Depths: Short Story

By James Loscombe

Sink into the abyss, where fear knows no bounds. In 'The Depths,' darkness rises, and survival sinks to the deepest depths of human courage.

 

Meet Gary, a dedicated family man, his wife Emily, and their daughter Vicki, living a seemingly idyllic life aboard their houseboat. Gary's ability to work from home provides the perfect balance between career and family, ensuring their well-being in the tranquil embrace of the water. However, their peaceful existence shatters when a ferocious storm descends, ripping apart the veil between our world and a malevolent, otherworldly realm.

 

As the tempest rages, monstrous entities rise from the depths, driven by an insatiable hunger for terror and chaos. Gary, Emily, and Vicki are thrust into a harrowing battle for survival, where the line between reality and nightmare blurs. Desperation forces Gary to become a reluctant hero, facing unimaginable horrors to protect his family. Hiding and fleeing prove futile, leaving him with no choice but to confront the sinister forces head-on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JRV Press
• Release date: Feb 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386857884

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 Depths

THE DEPTHS

A SHORT STORY

JAMES LOSCOMBE

JRV Press

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Thunder boomed in the distance but, so far, there was no sign of rain in the harbor. The water was as flat as glass. The Old Maiden as still as if it was on dry land. There weren’t even any ducks on the water.

Across the other side of the water, the only sign of life was the Harbor Master, Bill Turner, carrying a harpoon. Gary watched him struggle to shift it to one arm while he used the other to unlock the equipment shed. When the door swung open, he glimpsed the flash of metal and then Bill disappeared inside.

Gary turned away from the window at the sound of the kettle reaching a boil. Hot steam filled the small kitchen. He poured two cups of instant coffee, added milk, and then carried them to the bedroom.

Looks like a storm, he said.

Emily looked at him from the bed; her dark hair spread out across the pillow, her eyes half open. She responded with a groan.

Gary put a cup down on the table next to her side of the bed and carried his around to the other. The bed sank as he climbed on and she turned away.

Vicki’s still asleep, Gary said. That’s pretty good.

Emily mumbled something, which he didn’t understand. He thought it was better not to ask her what it had been.

He sipped his coffee, but