Andrew Guerra
Bio
Hello, my name is Andrew, and I am an aspiring writer as well as a student majoring in communications to hopefully aim towards filmmaking. I am upbeat about screenwriting and submitting stories for the horror setting.
Stories (3/0)
Dr. Snuff
Shannon was casually surfing the internet concealed by the darkness of night merged with the blackness of the small study in her apartment, with her laptop providing her only but sufficient light source, giving a bluish hew. While others slept soundly for another day at the office, she was intently on the prowl in the cyber world. While this is seen as a normal occurrence not just in the United States but worldwide, Shannon was shopping, but not for a pair of high heeled cork wedges or the latest Eat This Not That dietary guide, but something so illegal, that even surfing this obscure explorer in of itself was potentially felonious...she was browsing a list of assassins for hire on the devil’s internet: the dark web.
By Andrew Guerra5 years ago in Criminal
Charles' Fatality
Charles was wandering about the lonely stretch of highway where only a passerby, big rig, or the occasional Greyhound showed up once every few hours. The entire surrounding was quite off-putting, as there wasn't a single highway patrolman in the vicinity, nor was there a nearby truck stop, gas station, or diner as well as the nearest town was over eighty miles away, and it was so sleepy and quaint that the Amish would call it home. Therefore, if the shit were to hit the fan-whether it be a crash, a medical emergency, car trouble, or any number of possible fates, you were far passed screwed.
By Andrew Guerra5 years ago in Criminal
I Will Never Be Loved Again
If you were to tell me that one day I would be living in the woods, I would have laughed in your face and told you to piss off. I'm a city girl, who is more accustomed to spending long weekends at the mall or the movies with my friends, listening to My Chemical Romance and Green Day on end, and occasionally, helping myself to my parent's liquor cabinet while they were out of town visiting my grandma. Of course, when they came home to find me hurling over the commode and found out that it wasn't mere tummy troubles, I caught some serious hell. As a result, I was averted from ever laying hands on the Jack Daniels or Bacardi ever again. Well, that's neither here nor there, the point is that I was a typical suburban teenager seeking anything to offset the boring, vanilla redundancy which seems to infect mostly white dominant neighborhoods.
By Andrew Guerra6 years ago in Criminal
