Gabriel Gomez
Bio
I come up with short stories in my head at random times of the day. It's what I call my random inspiration and it comes and goes as it pleases. Hope you guys enjoy my stories and can read them and they may entertain you.
Stories (2)
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Not what it seems
Just another regular day walking home from work, not really thinking about anything just random thoughts. I was actually wondering what Sarah was making for dinner, she loved to cook and always loved trying new recipes. Anyways I walked down the same alley I always do and then, I heard it. It was very low and distant at first but it grew louder as the seconds creeped by. That sound that would haunt and traumatize me for nights to come. The only time I can say I regretted making those selfless decision, an act of kindness.
By Gabriel Gomez4 years ago in Fiction
Visits
Life after grandma dying didn’t seem the same. I really had no one to talk to anymore, was always distracted at school and distanced myself from all my friends. Months went by before my friends decided to force a conversation with me. My three closest friend’s Daisy, Cindy, and Olivia all approached me after school one day and forced me to sit down and talk with them. I agreed, so we went to go talk on the school playground. As I sat on the first swing Daisy broke the silence by explaining that she came across a way to talk to family members that weren’t around anymore. I stoped swinging and without looking at Daisy asked, “communicating with the dead”? Ignoring my question, Cindy then shared how Daisy and her were talking to her grandma, Cindy’s grandma then explained to them about a board game they could make to help me communicate with my grandma. I asked Cindy what started this conversation they both stayed quite and together they said Cindy’s grandma just told them. Olivia tried comforting me by saying a lot of people have tried communicating with their loved ones and some actually got to talk to them. I was very skeptical and still shocked they would try and bring this up, but honestly I was very curious as I missed conversing with my grandma. After talking some more about what would be needed and were to go to do this, we decided to meet at the closest cemetery to our houses on Friday at 2 am, an hour before the witching hour.
By Gabriel Gomez4 years ago in Fiction
