The Little Man by D.K. Ryan
The little man sat on his little chair at his little table under his little swinging light, looking through his little round spectacles that rested on his silly little nose, using a little stone to sharpen his not so little knife.
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|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
I didn't pick up my first book until I was nineteen years old, and having now reached the ripe old age of thirty eight, I think that I've made up for all those lost years by reading every single horror novel I could get my hands on. From Stephen King's IT to The Doll Who Ate His Mother, by Ramsey Campbell.I've devoured them all. I can't get enough. Names of those authors became part of my everyday conversation, Edward Lee, Jack Ketchum, Graham Masterton, Richard Laymon, Robert McCammon, Bentley Little and Lisa Tuttle. It got to a point where I thought that I knew these people personally, and they all left a horrific taste in my mouth.So a year ago I decided to try my hand at writing. What happened was that now I have a number of self published short stories and an 85,000 word manuscript which I'm currently editing along with a head full of many more stories screaming to get out.I've never been one to take things too seriously but I will defend horror to my dying breath. I love reading horror almost as much as writing and hope through constant learning and feedback I can make the genre proud.D.K. Ryan.
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The Little Man based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
A little warped, very short story.