Cassidy Barker
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It Doesn't Matter
I watched her head loll above her neck, moving slightly with the ups and downs of the train. She was taking too long to wake up. I gripped her frail shoulder and gave it a good shake. Her eyelids were sandbags and she took her time opening them.
By Cassidy Barker3 years ago in Fiction
The Allen House
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Frankie almost didn’t see it. He was falling asleep to adult cartoons on TBS, comforted by the television’s flickering lights of color. A harsh zag of white cut through his eyelids once, inciting shock and pain, then came the return of the blue light from the TV. The light flashed again, and he shielded his eyes before opening them to near-darkness.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Horror
Reconciliation
“Are you a good person?” The child’s voice is small but curious. Up until a few seconds before I was hugging my knees on this rocky beach, listening to the waves, alone in the dark but also relishing in the kind of loneliness that exists when you think everyone else is asleep. It’s easy to believe you are the only person awake at this moment in the entire universe.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Horror
Something Better
Of course he was going to leave me at some point. I just assumed it would be one random night, taking off with my car and darting across the country looking for the Something Better. He was always talking about “something better.” Nothing was ever good enough. There had to be more. More women, more challenges, and more to accomplish. I knew he would leave me one day, but I didn’t think it would be like this.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Fiction
A Child Pirate's Swindle
“What do you think it is?” Frankie looked at the others whose faces showed similar degrees of disgust. Tommy, the eldest of the child pirates, shoved Frankie toward it. “Why don’t you find out for us?” Frankie fell and his knee’s impact to the ground reopened his fresh scab. He wiped the blood with his thumb then stuck it in his mouth.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Fiction
The Real Evil
I could blame the heat. It’s always the heat. I would try to take deep breaths, tell myself that it’s not so bad, but then sweat would start to trickle down my neck, puddle behind my knees and under my armpits. My scalp would be saturated and I could lick my upper lip and taste the saltiness of it. My whole body felt like a furnace ready to explode. I think that’s what made me do it.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Horror
On Stand By
Usually I’m in a cell phone lot. Rows and columns of cars neatly surround me, and it’s almost comforting. I sketch these cars and the things I see in the lot. Sometimes there’s other people. A lot of them are there waiting impatiently. I like to draw their faces, capture the annoyance in the crease between their eyebrows, the bottoms of the whites of their upward-rolled eyes. At first I struggled with making the clean lines that these perfectly parked cars make, considering there’s no ruler here. I only have a fresh number two pencil that never requires sharpening, and stacks of blank, white paper.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Humans
Essie's Shame
She felt guilty just looking at it. Essie’s cheeks burned as she took quick looks about herself in all directions to make sure nobody was around. She wiped her face then shoved her arm into the trash can, feeling the lumpy almost liquid of her own throw up. She grabbed the first bundle and stuffed it in her bag, not caring that it was covered in small chunks of regurgitated chicken. At first, she thought she was seeing more than double because she was drunk. But Essie kept fishing a skinny arm into the garbage and coming up with folds of money.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Humans
