Spike Eraserhead Novels & Stories

The hum of servers and the flicker of fluorescent lights gave the bunker an antiseptic unreality, as if reality itself was being sterilized. On the large monitor, grainy satellite footage looped without mercy. A flaming mountain in Turkey. A blurred winged shape, moving too fast for the eye. Villages gone in minutes. And beside it, security footage from Crescent Mall: a massive beast mid-leap, three heads snarling, jaws open wide enough to snap steel. The comparison was undeniable. “Same signature,” the technician muttered, his fingers trembling on the keyboard. “Tri-phased electromagnetic spikes. Identical to the Ararat incident.”

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

Damian's two friends were having too much fun with the local girls to notice that their friend Damian had gone missing. After a long time, Eric finally regained consciousness. Picking himself up slowly from the ground, he wondered what had just happened to him. The pain had gone; he no longer felt any pain in his head or heart... in fact, he didn't feel any pain whatsoever. He felt great... reborn!

Lorenzo exchanged glances with me who was pleading with him with my sorrowful eyes, wishing my unsaid words could reach his heart. However, everybody was shocked when he scoffed, shaking his head as he muttered his apology to me for being unable to hold back. His heart would never be at peace if he ended it like this and without a second thought he slammed its pointy edge straight at his neck, and the annoying laugh came to an instant halt. Spike was forced into coughing as he shielded his bleeding neck, fighting to catch his breath. He was surprised beyond measure that he'd actually done it.

“You must be hilarious, Lucian. I knew something was off with the way you kept trying to piss me off. Even if you shoved your hand into my chest, you wouldn’t find a heart there. I’m fucking blank. Tear me to pieces, and I’ll still come back together.” A spine suddenly stretched from the neck, snapping down to the head, and with the speed of light, it reattached to the body. The head twisted backward, locking eyes with Lucian—those red irises glinting with twisted delight—before snapping forward again. Eric’s brows furrowed as the men behind him reeled in shock. ‘Did his head just go back to his body?’ ‘Holy shit. I thought we were here to defeat a Lycan, not some scary-ass zombie son of a b

"No... please.... I'll be good..." Eric sighed. "It's too late for that," he said. "Nobody spits in my face and gets away with it." He jabbed the baton into her ear, and she shrieked as the electricity passed through her body. Now it was her turn to do the Jitterbug. She was vaguely aware of the fact that she had wet herself, and then she lost consciousness. ****

It was designed to bore directly through the skull and force a memory extraction at twice the normal power. With trembling hands, Daniel lowered the helmet onto my head and activated it. The spike punched through my skull and drove deep into my brain. "Ugh..." Blood-flecked foam spilled from my mouth as my entire body convulsed uncontrollably. "While the spike is still holding! Maximum power!" Under the overwhelming surge of electricity, I unexpectedly regained a fleeting moment of clarity. With immense effort, I turned my eyes toward Daniel and forced out my final words. "What I needed to do... is done. The rest...is up to you..."

And Noah’s words ‘Maverick’s taken a lot from me’ hinted at a family secret, a motive I couldn’t see. “I don't think it was intended to harm him” she shrugged. “Is that all she said?” I stuttered, but still curious. “The drugs found were used in knocking him out, something doesn’t add up, she replied. Aunt Natty leaned closer, her voice a whisper. “That’s not all. The second file mentions a witness, someone who saw the crash but disappeared from the record. And there’s a signature, of course Maverick Grey approving changes to the file. Elsie, someone wanted the truth hidden, and your name, Elise, was in the original report, listed as next of kin. They scrubbed you from it.”

"Sparkle, not now! We’re a bit busy!" “I understand, Mr. Storme,” Sparkle replied cheerfully. “Commencing ‘Zen Garden.’ Adjusting lumbar support for maximum relaxation. Reclining passenger seat to thirty degrees.” "No! Sparkle, stop!" Elias yelped as his seat suddenly tilted back, his legs kicking into the air. "Roderick, I’m going horizontal! I can’t see the assassins!" "I don't care if you see them, Elias! Sparkle, override! Cancel seat adjustment!" Roderick barked, swerving around a slow-moving delivery truck.

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo