Through the Eyes of Madness
By Jude Blair
()
About this ebook
Through the Eyes of Madness is a collection of stories, both flash and short. There are no happy endings: no light in the dark.
Related to Through the Eyes of Madness
Related ebooks
75 Secrets. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCabin in the Woods: Campfire Horror Stories to Keep You Up All Night Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTwelve Tales Of The Supernatural Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Haunting of Words: 30 Short Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGraveyard Rising: A Short Scary Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Twisted Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Menu of Death Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Jester and Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDark Pages Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHorrible Stories For Terrible People, Vol. 1 - Monsters Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCreepypasta Dreams: Creepypastas Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsForgive Me, Bloody Hell...And Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Architect and Other Dark Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThirteen: The Horror Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Little Bit of Horror Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHorror Bulletin Monthly May 2023: Horror Bulletin Monthly Issues, #20 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnthology of Short Stories From Authors Glenn C. and Sasha Gabriel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTales for a Dark Night Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStrange Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChilling Tales: A Collection of Horror Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTerrible Cherubs: Tales of Sinners, Mistakes, and Regrets Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cancer Country: A Survivor's Memoir Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Horror of Kuchisake-onna Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCan't Sleep, Won't Sleep, Volume 5: Grownup Stories for Bedtimes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Desperate Journey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThread: A Short Horror Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsParanormal Oddities 11 Horror Short Stories, Live Your Life, Die Your Death Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSelected Short Stories Featuring Ghost Dust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStrange and Unusual Stories Told By A Strange and Unusual Girl Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Trees: A Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Horror Fiction For You
I Am Legend Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Misery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leave the World Behind: A Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Pretty Girls: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We Have Always Lived in the Castle Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Brother Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pet Sematary Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hidden Pictures: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Needful Things Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Only Good Indians Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Holly Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Annihilation: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Watchers: a spine-chilling Gothic horror novel now adapted into a major motion picture Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Firestarter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Troop Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Revival: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We Used to Live Here: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Different Seasons Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Whisper Man: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Skeleton Crew Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You Like It Darker: Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Kind Worth Killing: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Best Friend's Exorcism: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All Quiet on the Western Front Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Twisted Ones Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Through the Eyes of Madness
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Through the Eyes of Madness - Jude Blair
Through
The
Eyes
of
Madness
Jude Blair
Through the Eyes of Madness
Copyright 2014 Jude Blair
Published by Jude Blair at Smashwords
Contents
The House On Red Cedar Road
The Wife’s Tale
Come On Get Happy
Penelope’s Essay
Not-Human
Patience
DT’s In The Closet
The Long Man
Cannibals
Don’t Look
Grandpa’s Phonograph
Observing Fear
Sierra
Therapy
They Leave You Alone
The Long Man
The House on Red Cedar Road
There is something to be said for someone who has made their life in the city, surrounded by civilization. The city has an endless thrum: the dogs that bark, the freight trucks delivering their cargo to destinations unknown, the sirens at three in the morning. Yes, the city has a thrum that is uniquely human, and that thrum does not cease for want of sleep. It goes on (and on).
When one of the civilized persuasion reaches the decision that he/she has had enough of the human thrum, he/she must adjust to the thrum's absence, and he/she may or may not experience a deep longing (an unspeakable longing). One must adjust, or one may go mad.
So it was for me.
I had just finished my second novel, had it published, or rather, accepted for publication – with a very handsome advance, I might add – when I came to the conclusion that I would much prefer seclusion to the idea that I would no longer be able to walk the streets without being hassled by frenzied fans. Though the idea was a trifle flattering, I am a pessimist, therefore my understanding of discomfort is intimate. My wife, of course, suggested that I had taken leave of all sense and reason.
Well,
I told her, "if I want that sort of attention, I may as well take on acting next. My grandmother, may her spirit be at rest, would be pleased."
Jen rolled her eyes, and explained to me that my ego was already getting too expansive for our bedroom. Not in so many words, of course. Jen's tongue was never so cultured, unless you count the underbelly of the city cultured. Hmmph!
Don't be facetious, dear,
I told her, using my long suffering tone.
I have suffered so long, you understand . . .
That had been the end of her feeble attempts to keep me bound in suburbia.
For a time.
Jen, you must understand by now, was a city girl – she was born in a city, she was raised in a city, and, if she had things her way, she would die in a city. Needless to say, when I began my search for seclusion, the woman would not sojourn with me.
I spent little over a week browsing the internet for homes that would, as the realtor told me, fit my parameters.
Then, I decided