Tag: short story
Infected: Chapter 1
“Somebody help!” A curdling scream came from a young girl’s lips. “Somebody, please! Help me!” The young girl thrashed and jolted in her restraints. She was bound to a metal chair and was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her blonde hair was stuck to her face as sweat came beaming down her face, ...Shadow Field Chronicles, Part I: Declaration
“Today’s the day.” He sits on the edge of his bed, expecting his hands to shake and become slimy with sweat. He expects to hear and feel the pounding of his heart in his ears. He expects an adrenaline rush that causes the pupils to dilate, and the world to become a hazy bottleneck as ...- EntertainmentCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsLifestyleFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenEnvironment
New Year, New Fear
Paige stood in the middle of the long dirt road with her backside toward her grandparent’s farm. She crossed her arms and gazed upward to observe the darkening mass hovering overhead. Trepidation filled her. Storm clouds had formed a menacing hand with extended fingers that threatened to swoop down and grab ahold of her small, ... The Nightmares (Prologue to The Golden Wolf Stories)
Sleep was the enemy. The dreams had started again. No. Scratch that. They were nightmares. I couldn’t break free of them, and I couldn’t make them stop. Every single one began the same way. I was back in Vegas and I was back in that room. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear the ...The Rogue Gingerbread Man
The gingerbread cookie realized the sheet beneath his body had cooled to room temperature. He knew it was safe to sit up. His cooled, settled frame meant he was no longer in jeopardy of losing an appendage, or worse yet, his head. He lifted his flat, brown noggin, and looked left then right. His fellow ...The Finish Line
About two-and-a-half years ago, she bought a treadmill. It was an impulse buy after two kids at the mall had made a rude comment she’d overheard. For six months, the thing sat in the den’s corner, collecting dust. It made a fine coat rack. A flurry of spring cleaning unburied it. A spark of something ...Hobo Willie, Part 4
Tobias woke the next morning as the sun started to light the sky. The men packed up camp and hopped the first westbound train. They taught Willie the ways of the rails—the difference between a bum, a tramp, and a hobo. A bum was a no good, dirty, rotten thief that would rather steal from ...Worth – A Short Story
I sit on my bed, shirtless and sweating and trying to ignore the pain that floods my legs. Grey smoke curls from my cigarette as I inhale its contents. It burns to ash and scorches my throat. The orange glow that pervades with each inward breath pierces the darkest folds of the night. I’m wide ...Hobo Willie, Part 3
“Well! Sounds like yer in a right big mess there, Wilburn,” Tobias said to him. The men looked at each other and nodded to one another, except one man. Owen Little shook his head. The men glared at him, and Little scowled back. “Dammit, Little,” Tobias said. Wilburn’s brow creased in confusion as he watched ...The Elf Who Cried Snow Beast
Santa’s elf, Corlie, secretively known as Callous Corlie by others, finished getting ready for work. She stared into the mirror, then swiped her brown hair behind a pointy ear. After blowing a kiss at her reflection in the mirror, she headed to the kitchen. Aromas of coffee permeated throughout the single-story bungalow. Corlie filled a ...
