Eraserhead Stories Novels & Stories

The grey sky was being folded away like a backdrop. But then, I saw it. On the pedestal where Rowan’s statue stood, something was glowing. It wasn't violet. It wasn't red. It was a tiny, flickering spark of **Green**. The Librarian-Echo, standing in the corner of the elevator, looked down at the spark. For a split second, her hollow eyes flickered. She leaned toward my ear, her mechanical breath cold. *"The Author... didn't write... the pencil,"* she whispered, her voice cracking for just a moment. *"He... wrote... the **Eraser**."*

her emotionless voice spat from the other end of the line. The last of my life slipped away as my phone screen slowly faded to black. By the time I woke up again, I'd already become a spirit that was following her around.

My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping

Only one lifeline—a primal directive drawing them closer to their conclusion—and the sexy sway of her boyfriend’s ass. No way back. Only forward now. These caves held secrets. Half the fun was not knowing whether they’d ever come out again or if they’d be swallowed whole by a place that came before time and man. Her hands fisted in her thick rubber gloves. Her pulse thrummed inside her head. Max grunted in front of her and their passage grew narrower. She ducked her head. He wouldn’t leave her behind. She needed to concentrate on the one-two step of clawing through the mud—ankles and wrists thick with it. It’d be all over her fingers except for her gloves.

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

On the third day, she used a whip with barbs, leaving my skin torn and bleeding beneath my clothes. I looked at her coldly. “Aren’t you afraid Jake will find out what you did?” She shrugged indifferently. “So what if he does? He loves me. He won’t believe your side of the story. “Estelle, you’re about to be released. Why don’t you try to see who he believes, you or me? “I suggest you don’t bring this storm upon yourself.” She pressed down on my wounds. She only left in satisfaction after my blood soaked through the dark fabric.

The same instinct toward asymmetry, toward structure that looked effortless and wasn't, toward the particular kind of strangeness that made something feel inevitable rather than arbitrary. I turned the pages slowly. Forty, fifty sketches. Some finished, some abandoned mid-line, some covered in notes so dense the drawing was almost obscured. Wrong here too stiff. Try the shoulder differently. What if the collar does this instead. Talking to herself while she worked. I did that too. I hadn't known. "She was working on something when she left," Celestine said. "A collection she called Residue. Things left behind. Things that stayed after the person was gone." She looked at the sketchbook in my

"If that thing touches us, we're not just dead. We're Re recorded. We’ll become whatever Sarah Vance wanted us to be in 1995!" "Then we break the needle," Elara said, her silver fire erupting from her chest, turning the bruised purple sky into a blinding, electrical white. She didn't aim for the tape. She aimed for the Erase Head. She knew how these machines worked her mother had used them for her academic transcriptions. The Erase Head came before the Playback. If she could overload it with the "Silver Fire" of the present, she could wipe the tape clean before it reached the "Playback" of their deaths.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that