Emily Ericson
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I'm an aspiring writer with many stories and opinions to give along with much knowledge to share.
Stories (12)
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The Man Who Shook
I felt the usual breeze of the passing train as I stood waiting for mine. It was a quarter until 11 when I realized that I was one of a few people at the station that night. There were some other business-type people like me to my left, standing a good distance away. But a few feet to my right was an old man in a long woolen, gray coat and a brown hat. He was hunched over, staring at the ground. He was shaking terribly as if he were cold.
By Emily Ericson7 years ago in Horror
The Shriek. Top Story - March 2018.
I was sound asleep when I heard it. Underneath my blanket, my ears heightened to a state to where I could hear the drop of a pin a mile away. I wanted to get up but my body wouldn't allow me. I was stiff with fear. What could make such a sound? I couldn't imagine it out of a human or any wildlife nearby. It occurred again, only closer. My body came out of its stiffness, allowing me to get out of the bed. I dashed to the window, opening it all the way. I poked my body out and looked up and down the dark mountain beyond the trees. I waited a minute to hear the shriek again to detect its direction. It didn't come. I closed the window. Even though I didn't know what is was, I changed into my hunting gear and equipped myself with my rifle and handgun.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
Diptera
Through the kitchen a fly buzzed around, reaching every corner until it landed on some blueberries. The fly was then shooed away by Joan, a young woman making a fruit bowl for breakfast. She grabbed some of the blueberries and tossed them in with the rest of her fruit.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
A Murder
There was a murder on campus; a murder of crows that is. In this specific murder or group, there were six crows. They could be found anywhere altogether, perched in the same order. It was easy to pinpoint them out from the other crows. Each crow in this murder had something very particular about them, their own characteristics. The first that was always on the left end was very tiny. It could have been easily mistaken for a black robin. The second was of enormous size. It was the fattest crow one would see in a lifetime. The third had feathers that were ruffled up and would point in all directions. The fourth had a single, small patch of purple feathers on its left side, above its wing. The fifth, unlike the others, didn't have any unique physical traits. The one thing that made this crow stand out was its deep and low caw. The sixth crow that was always on the right end of the group was by far the strangest of them all because its right eye was a bold red. Not faded or bright red, but a strong red. Where this murder came from is unknown.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
The Welcoming
"One tree, two tree, three tree, four. Five tree, six tree, seven tree more," sang Ashley as she sat in the passenger seat, watching trees pass by her window. Her husband, Brad, drove the car down the long, country road. He leaned his head on his fist and used one hand on the steering wheel. Ashley's feet were propped up on the dashboard as she sang her tune.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
The Nesting
Ariel's face was sprinkled with sweat as she sat in her seat, feeling the rumblings from below. She squinted as the sun blared into her eyes through the double-plated window. Her hands clenched the cold, metal armrests as she stiffened herself against the chair with the seatbelt buckled tight and her feet planted into the floor.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Futurism
