AuthorRobin Egberts

Just Another


When Andrea left her cabin late that morning, the Meduse was awash with movement. Crew darted to and fro, adjusting the submerged sails and double checking the integrity of the anchor.

One look over the rail confirmed her suspicion. They’d reached their destination.

Panwerd’s docks were visible in the distance, crowded with tiny ships both with sails and without. Overlooking it was the town itself. She couldn’t make out the houses in the distance, but the windmill turned proud in the wind.

She rushed to find the captain, thrumming with excitement. Finally he’d tell her what she came here to see.

Prophecies of the Drowned Oracle – Ebook Release!

Prophecies of the Drowned Oracle Book Cover

Ebook release announcement!

A crime of passion forces an aspiring mob boss to seek the council of oracles and prophecies. A zombie victim believes sheer willpower will overpower the virus rapidly taking over her mind. A pair of neighbours deal with a fly infestation that can’t be natural. A woman finds a dear friend in the AI controlling the mysterious fake company that just hired her. A diver encounters a corpse that’s much fresher than it should be.

Prophecies of the Drowned Oracle is a short story collection about magic and other mysterious hidden things. 25 stories of horror, humour and love.

Spirits, death, nature, dreams and nightmares. If you enjoy a bit of magical mystery, this is the collection for you.

Outstandingly Fine


Someone is following Yvonne. It's only when she hides in a library that she learns why.

From behind her came the light whoosh of the door opening. She turned, breath catching. She hadn’t gotten a good look before, but this had to be her, her stalker. Tall, heavy and with straight black hair slicked back from her face, she stood like a sentry before the door. “Yvonne,” she said, “you have fifteen years worth of library fines. Time to pay up.”


Warehouse Worker – a fathers day story


Behind you, the workers shuffled, rubber soles shifting on rough concrete. You pressed your lips together. “What am I supposed to be helping with?” you asked, glancing behind you.

“Manpower,” a burly worker said, joining you at the front. “We need more people.”

You eyed the big shelves of metal, parts moving automatically, pushing crates around, carrying them where they needed to be. “In a place where everything runs by itself?”


Something rumbled in the distance. Wheels, maybe, or gears. A loud whistle from the same direction. The workers jumped, and three sprinted there with nervous, even fearful expressions. Their steps echoed on the cement floor long after they vanished from view.

Fake Portal


In the following weeks, the fridge demon didn’t go away. He was almost seventy percent sure it was real. Albion avoided the fridge like the plague, and the things he kicked under there really did seem to vanish.

Then again, he couldn’t be certain.

Demons and monsters were not exactly rare, but they weren’t common either. By comparison, Teague’s hallucinations were much more common.


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