I tend to keep family matters out of my writing, but last week my grandfather passed away. My dad was heartbroken. He was heartbroken to the point where it made him question his faith. My father was raised in a strict Catholic household. It was so important to him when I was born, he brought ...

Emily walked down the tree-lined streets, her white, patent leather high heels click-clacking against every red cobblestone. Her hair sparkled lovely, strawberry blonde as the sunshine picked through the looming trees. The smell of freshly-brewed coffee wafted through the air. Emily struggled to get up the outside steps of the large gray home with the black ...

The birds chirping filled my ears with a sense of hope, the fresh spring air felt as if I were starting over again. That was just what I needed, to be given permission from the universe to start over again. My knees hurt every time I took a step, but looking at the beautiful pink ...

For a long time, when someone said they didn’t believe in ghosts, I would tell them to come to my house for dinner. We have lived in our family home for about 20 years, and the paranormal activity still never ceases to amaze me. I was never one to be afraid of ghosts, growing up ...

A Goodeville, Illinois Story Read other stories dealing with Goodeville, Illinois:  Short Story: The Woman In Black | Short Story: “Good Morning, Zombies.” | Short Story: River Stone Love | Short Story: First Day of School| Short Story: Henry Blaise Meets the Babysitter   I never believed in ghosts. I always thought they were a figment of a crazy person’s ...

The sky outside was gray and it was difficult to see without high beams, despite it only being 10 in the morning. My mom opened the car door for me. She motioned for me to get out. I reluctantly shifted my body around, accidentally slamming my brand-new leather combat boots right into a mud puddle. ...

White A wisp of cloud, A wedding veil. A bright round moon, A ship’s full sail. Baby’s breath, a wedding bow, Smooth dove wings, cold Winter snow.   A lightning bolt, A spooky ghost. A slice of bread, A bubbly toast. Mother’s milk, a polar bear, Queen Anne’s Lace, Grandmother’s hair. White

I stared at my body, fuming. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been dead. It had been long enough for me to touch base on all the stages of grief 100 times over. Anger is where I’d ended up, and it didn’t feel like that would change soon. I couldn’t believe my luck. There were ...

I was getting a bit sweaty from walking in the hot sun as the blue building in the dilapidated plaza came into view. I silently wondered why anyone would be interested in opening a business here. Everything in the diner had a sparkly new look to it. My nostrils burned like someone had soaked the ...