Artemision Doryphoros I

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is one of the first short stories I wrote in 2018. I uploaded it as a 'Book' on Booksie because my readers told me it would be easier to separate it and read it in chapters like a novel. That'll also make it easier to leave comments per chapter instead of reading until the very end. But I still label it is a 'short story'. It's different from the things I posted here on Booksie, I was figuring things out, trying to find my 'thing'. All my works are dedicated to certain people, events, or feelings. Artemision was written for my eye surgeon, his name is hidden somewhere in the story.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

A green tour bus cautiously floated through the thick fog. The bus parked next to a small billboard of the rental business Neptunus. A ta... Read Chapter

Chapter 2

The first two people who came back to the pub were Ron and Hazel. Hazel was a small young woman, with long dark hair, big hazel eyes, red... Read Chapter

Chapter 3

The girls were getting nervous. Ron and Dimon stayed away for almost an hour. Their anxiety became stronger after Aleister’s appearance... Read Chapter

Chapter 4

The men returned with sleeping bags and a wheelbarrow with things they could need later on. Dimon took out two small duck taped boxes wit... Read Chapter

Chapter 5

Ron got up and followed Dimon. The women did the same. Aleister was the last one to walk out, although reluctantly. He knew everyone cons... Read Chapter

Chapter 6

Hazel: We shouldn’t have let him go off on his own. It’s been half an hour. Where is he? Dimon took the boldness to drink the exp... Read Chapter

Chapter 7

Anne woke up. She realized the wave threw her under the metal bridge, in the port. She lay with her back on the stones, with her legs par... Read Chapter

Chapter 8

Anne: First, I tried out the radio. It made a few noises, but … Dimon: The radio worked? When we found it, it was covered in seawee... Read Chapter

Chapter 9

Anne didn’t like Aleister. It wasn’t like the indignation Dimon felt towards a younger man who thought way too much of himself, or th... Read Chapter

Chapter 10

Dimon: Anne must have fallen hard on her head and imagined stuff or dreamt of it. The radio is dead and nothing in the world could bring ... Read Chapter

Chapter 11

Dimon watched the white smoke outside slowly and almost unnoticeably covering the asphalt. As if it wasn’t just a nature’s caprice, b... Read Chapter

Chapter 12

Aleister: Where are you, bitch? The mist cleared out, leaving Aleister alone on the marketplace. Eliza was nowhere to find. He decide... Read Chapter

Chapter 13

Hazel: Since the moment we arrived in C. I keep getting this feeling as if my time’s running out. Every minute I spend here is precious... Read Chapter

Chapter 14

The pub was empty. Dimon checked the port, Sea Sight, and the light house, but they weren’t there either. He noticed a peculiar change ... Read Chapter

Chapter 15

Hazel waited more than two hours for Dimon to return. At least, she thought two hours had passed by since he left. She faced the fact tha... Read Chapter

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Recent Comments

olive tree

You certainly set the bar high.

Your narrative flow is incredible.

Chilling story as always, sent shivers up my spine and it's chapter 1.

Sat, November 6th, 2021 2:01pm


Thank you my friend!

I was a little embarrassed at first to post it, because it came of as kind of naive, but after re-reading it a few times I decided that it wasn't as light-hearted as I thought it was :)


Sat, November 6th, 2021 12:57pm


This is an intriguing start to the story. It reads like part story and then jumps to script-like format for the dialogue. Interesting! There is a chill in the air and mysteries to be solved, Agatha Christie watch out!

Wed, November 10th, 2021 11:00am


Hello SC63!

As a matter of fact, in the very beginning it was actually a script I wrote, but then I got tired of keeping to the present tense and just the distance I created between myself and my work, so I changed it. This one got changed A LOT by the way :D


Wed, November 10th, 2021 1:44pm

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