Anton Ryvkin

Thriller, suspense, mystery, and horror short stories.

Lovecraftian

Ship of Theseus

A heavy church bell rang in the distance, signifying noon as a mass of feet thudded against the pavement. Vasily Borgunov sat down on a park bench and relaxed, kicking back and stretching his feet. He munched on a sandwich… Continue Reading →

Otherworldly

Contact

“3…2…1…contact.” buzzed the voice over the intercom, a dull thud was heard as the Soviet Soyuz capsule connected with its American counterpart, the Apollo craft. Vladimir Korochenko floated through the zero gravity of the Soyuz, which had docked with the… Continue Reading →

Lovecraftian

Deception of the Highest Order

The incessant hum and buzz of young faces, each exuding emotions of joy, upon hearing a bit of good news from a friend, curiosity from conversations which delved into theoretical psychology, distant gazes from those who relaxed with earphones and… Continue Reading →

Lovecraftian

Local Flora

The sound of the desperate wailing banshee cries of the grieving woman were broken only by the thunderous, booming clap of the rotors as the bird descended down into the sizable forest clearing, onto a makeshift landing pad, throwing up… Continue Reading →

Post-Apocalypse

Stories from the Grey – Part 3: A Stalker’s path

Scar began his tale: “I was down on my luck, late in 2016 I think it was. It was mid fall and while the brown, orange leaves were still clinging to their unreceptive trees, winter was fast approaching, it’s cold… Continue Reading →

Post-Apocalypse

Stories From the Grey – Part 2: Misty Uncertainty

“I’ve got some stories of my own to tell, if you wouldn’t mind listening to them.” chuckled Vasily after downing two shots down his throat. “We’re all ears old timer!” exclaimed Petya welcoming the initiative. Vasily’s face grew darker and… Continue Reading →

Post-Apocalypse

Stories from the Grey – Part 1: Echos of War

Petya, began in a rather dreamy yet simultaneously serious voice.  “What have you heard, about the fields just east of what was Orenburg?” “On the borderlands?” Scar asked and Petya nodded in confirmation. “The traders coming in from the south… Continue Reading →

Post-Apocalypse

Stories from the Grey – Introduction

The wind blew through the night air, rustling the grey leaves in the half-dead trees, the tops of whose crowns disappeared in the near constant fog, high overhead. The fire crackled again loudly as it split in half another well… Continue Reading →

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