Britt Hughett
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The Drive
1. Clara Traveling during the holidays is almost always a nightmare. Throw two teenage siblings who can't get along in a car for a 10 hour drive, makes it that much worse. They think this trip is just to see their grandparents, but it's much more than that. Making memories is really important, from the time they were little, I have always gone above and beyond to try and give them a good life even when our circumstances were bullshit. I tried every single day to at least make one good thing happen for them, it turns out that it was a waste of time. Maybe it's because they're teenagers, maybe i just raised assholes, i'm not sure which it is honestly, but i am done trying so hard.
By Britt Hughett4 years ago in Fiction
The Door
Janet-1971 There's a door, the size of a small child, in the back of my grandma's closet that has never been opened, not for lack of trying, it just won't open. I remember as kids, my cousins and I would sneak in there and try everything we could to open it, but nothing worked. We would make up stories about what could possibly be on the other side of the door. A scary monster, a dead body, a scary clown. All sorts of terrifying things a child brain could conjure. I was 16 years old the day my grandma died, i went into her room shortly after the coroner wheeled her body out. I wanted to feel close to her again so I did what I used to do. I crawled into her closet and sat next to the small door, I sat with my back pressing against the back wall, closed my eyes, and let myself feel the loss.
By Britt Hughett4 years ago in Horror
