mjiadski
Profile
Hello.
My name is Bob, but I write as Michael Jiadski. I’m a semi-avid reader of HP Lovecraft lately, and a long time computer nerd, though I’m trying to get away from doing technical work lately.
I’m also a film student, hoping to direct feature films some day. There, as in my writing, my focus is the fantastic. In this regard, I have wonderful inspiration; Cadence is my soul mate and significant other, and she is fantastic in absolutely every way. Some day, we will be married.
Groups
mjiadski is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Pulp Noir and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Journal Entries
Robots and Sundries
Posted 6 months ago, 1 comment so far.
The Most Important Day Yet -- The day of my ENGAGEMENT!
Posted 8 months ago, 6 comments so far.
100 Views
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Building Readership
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Welcome, Me!
Posted about 1 year ago, 12 comments so far.
Writing
There's No Light at the End
The dead still air at the mouth of the tunnel is ten degrees colder than the breeze outside. Steven’s breath hazes into it as he asks, “What’s with this?” I can feel a dark smile beh…
The House Beneath My House, Part I of IV
It was days ago that my shovel struck nothing as I dug for answers. Three days ago, I made my God forsaken find, and caused the events that will soon end my life. / The crawlspace of my Illinois home…
The House Beneath My House, Part II of IV
In retrospect, I had many options. I’m sure now as then that the university would have sent someone promptly to investigate a house whose foundations lay three floors below those of my own home…
The House Beneath My House, Part III of IV
In childhood, it was by exposure to the dark that I was taught not to fear it. But that was different; when I was a child, the dark was empty.
The House Beneath My House, Part IV of IV
Slowly, the pounding died down – both that at the door and in my chest. Both grew weaker and less frequent. That at the door finally became so infrequent that the last few thumps startled me. I f…
The Awful Truth of December Tenth
They’ve told me to recount what happened that night. They say it will help me get over my troubles. But I know the truth, and nothing but proving it will ever help me. Some day, they’ll have to…
