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Home Visit: Part 2
Read PART 1 here ~~ I was lying in bed, listening to the whistle of wind against the side of the house. It had always been a comforting sound, and one of the few good things to come from the winters in New England. They had become colder every year since my husband had ... -
Home Visit: Part 1
Thursday was when I had my weekly home visits for blood work. For twelve years, my flesh had been trying to poison me, but by the grace of God, Dr. Hubert caught it in time. Who knew type II diabetes would actually kill you? After 71 years, the only way to keep the up in ... -
The Footsteps In The Hall: Part 4
Read the previous parts here: | 1 | 2 | 3 | Harold stood just within the entrance and let the door close behind him. It bumped him a bit as it latched home. The hall was empty. He took a step and an obscenely loud crack of thunder reverberated through the walls. He ... -
The Footsteps In The Hall: Part 3
Click here to read Part 1 and Part 2 8 Sheets of water battered the showroom windows as midnight approached. Harold was beginning to wish he had brought his guitar. An itch had developed in his fingertips to feel the copper strings beneath them, to hear the scratch of his new calluses on ... -
The Footsteps In The Hall: Part 2
Read PART 1 here 5 The weekend came and went as Harold forgot about the footsteps in the sanity of daylight. He bought his groceries and gathered up his clothes to bring over to the communal laundry room the dingy apartments shared. Once his short list of chores were attended to, he did ... -
The Footsteps In The Hall: Part 1
1 Harold Rothman had been working the night shift at MorningStar Storage Co. for three weeks before he heard footsteps in the hallway. It sat mostly unused, connecting the climate-controlled units A and F. He had been hired for under the table cash to run the counter for the odd-ball late-night customer that might ... -
This Ad Will End In Two Millennia
Alan Forthite opened his eyes and was met with blinding light. His head felt extraordinarily heavy on his shoulders, and he had to exert considerable effort to not let it lull about in place. He raised his hand to rub at his aching temples. That’s when he remembered that he was dead. I was sitting ... -
Counting In The Dark
Derek Hilliard loved numbers and walking. On his way home from the accounting firm where his office was located he counted his steps; 572, 573, 574. This was his custom with every trip he could justify not taking a cab for, which also happened to be most of them. From his house, he knew that ... -
Roadside Attraction: Part 5
Part 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 PART 5 There was darkness and heat. Scott was lying on a stone floor. A thin layer of gravel and dirt scraped against his face. He made a clumsy attempt to stand, but found his hands bound behind his back and resigned to rolling onto his ... -
Roadside Attraction: Part 4
Part 1 – 2 – 3 PART 4 The room felt moist and stank of rotting cloth. It was empty with only one other door to his left shut tight. He could see the objects covered in tarp were a variety of furniture stacked in odd and precarious fashions into small pillars. Spires within ...