Read previous chapters of Infected here. Hadera crept slowly down her office’s semi-darkened hallway. She started to hear eerie noises coming from the nearby office rooms. Hadera was shaking as she tried to steady her breathing. Something felt wrong as she tried to make her way down to the main lab. Hadera hadn’t seen a ...

Read previous chapters of Infected here. Hadera ran into the parking lot with blood dripping down her face. Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst from her chest. Her vivid illusions were getting out of hand. She ran through the park cars trying to get to safety. ...

Read previous chapters of Infected here. The tears just kept on coming. Hadera sat at her computer desk, and she could not stop the sobs that escaped from her chest. The person she cared for the most was now dead, and there was no answer to what happened to him. All Hadera could think about ...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Hadera took her time from getting off the bus. She knew she was extremely late for work, but from what everything she was experiencing as of late, she didn’t care at this point about being tardy. What she experienced at the train station was haunting ...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4   Chapter 5 She hurriedly grabbed her keys as she ran out of her apartment door. Her high heels clicked the pavement as she omitted to use refrained from using the elevator and ran down the narrow steps from her apartment. She’d overslept yet again due to ...

There’s blood in the bathtub. She watches the water take streaks of red to the drain while dried flakes persist in sticking to the edges. Short of opening a vein, she’s not sure what could cause this much red to flood her bathroom. It’s hard to remember with the pain so recent. She hurts. She ...

*Legend says that the pounding of one’s heart is the echo of a ghost trying to break its way out. They always make it through eventually. The question is when will it happen to you?*   Thump-thump thump-thump My heart races as I turn the corner of the dark street. I place a hand on ...

Trigger Warning: The following work of fiction contains scenes of domestic violence. I slowly sipped my pumpkin spice coffee, the steam warm and inviting on a chilly fall day. I watched with curiosity as my neighbor, Jimmy, made his way down the stairs. His briefcase fell open, and papers flew up into the air like ...

The storm outside matched my mood. The rain splattered against the windows, and every few minutes, lightning lit up the trees outside, bent against the harsh wind. I usually loved rainstorms and liked to watch from my wide front porch, swaying back and forth on my white wooden porch swing, but I wasn’t ready for ...

Anyone else feel like they need an AA meeting because they are a little (a lot) interested (obsessed) with reading and books? For the about of time, energy, and money spent because of this passion (addiction)? Us book lovers can’t seem to function without reading and can develop a twitch just thinking about the time not ...