Charlie Jolliffe
Bio
Charlie is devoting his life to bringing theater to the small, unchanging town where he has spent most of his life. He is writing scripts and providing a safe and supportive environment.
Stories (5)
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Empty Pictures
Garner didn’t need to see the old, worn address label or be told who the box was from, he remembered it clearly, even after 75 years. The young woman at his door also barely needed to introduce herself. After all, she looked just like Helene, pretty, almond shaped, hazel eyes, shiny, auburn hair that pooled in curls at her shoulders, and a delicate physique that masked a surprising musculature and strength. She made him gasp, just as Helene had always made him gasp, and the air took time to return to his lungs, enough time that the young woman noticed.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
Shimeru and the Queen of the Night
Flora still needed adjusting. That was what her father said at least once a day, and her mother would just nod in agreement, like she did to everything. Flora wondered just what kind of adjusting she needed. She didn’t feel like being adjusted, she just wanted to go back to the city. The farm was strange. You could hear the crickets at night, and some other awful noises that her dad said were frogs but there were too many to be frogs. She had seen frogs in the daytime, in groups of two or three at most, but at night it sounded like an army of frogs. It made her afraid to step in the grass at night, she might step on one, and it would squish between her toes and make a sound to call the others for revenge. For this reason, she had avoided going out past dark for the first two weeks in her new home.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
DiMR
The darkness ended as a flicker of light, weak and wavering, revealing a face. Before the Flicker there was only darkness, it was all he had known. Throughout the darkness there had been moments that he awakened to a rush of memories, pictures of people in bright places, with bright clothes. There were other types of pictures of shiny machines with people standing nearby, all dressed the same and smiling. There was no connection, at least not one he could make. He had tried, he had nothing else to do but try. He was making progress. If there was a story there, he would find it he said, but then the Flicker came, and the Flicker became everything.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
Green Thumb
Green Thumb By Charlie Jolliffe The house sat in the end lot in the deepest cul-de-sac in a long, winding subdivision. It was bordered by an impossibly thick forest that had somehow survived all attempts the surrounding city had made to steal away its land. It was a quaint cottage style home, not enough to impress the country club types, but with the right landscaping it would certainly impress the ladies at the Garden Club. That is all Sharon cared about anyway.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Horror
