Hazel Beck
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I love to write all sorts of short stories and novels. My favorite genre is romance with a dash of fantasy. I hope you’ll enjoy reading my works.
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The house
I swerved onto the weed spotted gravel driveway. If you could call it that. I always had an interest in haunted places. Anything that could give a good scare was a top on my must see list. Ever since moving here I couldn’t help but seek out this old dilapidated house. I felt as if I was drawn to it. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the alcohol talking. For some reason I felt more scared than usual, so I took some extra liquor bottles with me. I stepped out of the car and looked up into the sky. A full moon was plastered into the darkness and the breeze sent a chill down my spine. Fall had already begun with Halloween trailing right behind. Perfect season, and a perfect night. I steadied myself and with the bottle in one hand I carefully ascended the rickety stairs. The porch was in worse shape than those damn stairs. I feared I would fall through the floorboards below me. Creaking the door slowly open I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Well I really couldn’t see at all yet to be honest. I flicked on the flashlight I had on my keychain. It was dark and dusty but nothing that screamed runaway. Well the wallpaper pattern could make you runaway.
By Hazel Beck3 years ago in Horror
That Summer
Short Story 2 Chapter 1 The sun blinds me as my dad drives down the highway. I always looked forward to our summer vacation at our beach house. It was a good release for me since my jerk boyfriend broke up with me. The reason was I wasn’t as cute as the new girl he decided to date. A real class act, I know. My brother was busy playing video games on his portable console. He wasn’t much younger than me, but he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet. I guess there was no rush. I should realize how relationships can go south in a second. “Are you excited for the beach?” My mother chirped. “Yeah.” I tried to sound neutral as I could.The excitement could not be contained even with my best efforts. I couldn’t help but smile. I was really looking forward to this. If my mom didn’t have too many preplanned activities that is. I really just enjoyed staying on the beach and visiting the nearby town. All while scoping out the cute boys. I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore so why not find someone down here. Long distance probably wouldn’t work to be honest. Scratch the idea. I pictured a line going straight through the word boys. I scrunched up my face at the thought of my ex that flashed through my mind. “You okay?” My brother said. He actually sounded concerned. “Yeah. I am.” I replied as quick as I could. “Good, you don’t want your face stuck like that.” He said in his iconic mocking tone. I stick my tongue out at him. His favorite thing was to annoy me. I swear it, it had to be. “Don’t fight you two.” My mom chimed in. I sighed and turned to look out the car window. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. It was beautiful. I wish we had gotten here earlier so I could enjoy more of the day. At least we were going to stay a whole month. With college coming up next semester my family wanted to spend as much time together as possible. I applied to plenty of different colleges and I got into every single one. I was pretty proud of myself for that. We were finally nearing the beachside town. Pulling up into the driveway I was intoxicated with the smell of ocean air. “Alright everyone we’re here.” My dad announced like we haven’t been here a million times. Well maybe not that many, but still. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail I had set it in and let it hang down my back. The auburn color of it glistening in the sun. I was sometimes made fun of being a red head when I was younger, but it didn’t bother me anymore. My dad was already unloading things out of the back. He set my pink suitcase on the ground. Then my brother got out his banged up one with scuff marks on it. I always wondered why he didn’t get a new one. He always just shrugged it off when I mentioned it. It didn’t matter anyways. His choice. “Where are my keys, honey?” My mom answered dad with a look in the usual “look in your pockets.” He started to pat down his jacket and pants. My dad was one of those people who had to have lots of pockets. It didn’t help that he lost stuff constantly. “I got em.” The keys jangled in my little brothers hand. “They were on the pavement. You should watch where you put things.” My little brother jokingly said. It wouldn’t have been annoying if he didn’t have a smug smirk plastered on his face. My dad gave him the side eye and in turn I also rolled my eyes. He could be annoying sometimes. Actually it was most of the time. My dad turned the lock to the door and we stepped in. Once the light was turned on the familiarity of the place warmed up my heart. Mom loved decorating the place in cliche beach memorabilia. The anchors, starfish, and of course the beach themed decorative pillows. The couch was also a ocean blue. My dad always hated the idea of theming things. But, he was fine with it since my mother loved it. Every birthday party since we were little had to be themed. I can still remember my princess themed party with Cinderella. She was my favorite princess at the time and everything was blue. The cupcakes, the napkins. She even got a cake featuring Cinderella’s face. I don’t even want to get started on how I had to convince her not to theme my sixteenth birthday celebration. “I’m going to my room.” He said while taking his old looking suitcase with him. At least he didn’t forget to take his games. Last year he forgot them and it was a fiasco in itself. My little brother and his games. They are inseparable. “Alright. Tomorrow I have some family activities for us.” We both groaned simultaneously. It was one thing we had in common. Avoiding my mom’s activities was on our top of things to do list. My mom just liked doing things that weren’t exactly the most fun for teenagers. Well, I did like miniature golf. I would never tell my brother that though, or my mom. “Guys, it’ll be fun. We can go miniature golfing. I know your sister loves it.” I don’t know how my mother picked up on that. She might’ve just been saying that to get us excited anyways. “I’m going to go to my room and unpack.” I said without agreeing to her previous statements. I rolled my cute suitcase to my room. It was just as I remembered it. A little outdated with my tastes, but still nice. The curtains were vertically stripped with pastel pink and white. The bed sheets and comforter had an array of colorful flowers on the front. The part where it got outdated were my princess figurines. I always left them here. It may sound sorta cheesy, but it felt welcoming. Okay maybe it wasn’t cheesy but just weird. I started to unpack the my clothes. The pink dress with the red strawberries on it was my favorite. I couldn’t wait to wear it. My red heeled pumps were in there too. I’m glad I didn’t forget them. They made the outfit look even more fun. I always described my style as flirty and joyful. Cause my outfits always seemed to bring a smile to others faces. I don’t know why I packed this, but I had my lollipop cardigan in here. It was light so I could wear it after dark maybe. I put my jeans in the dresser and hung up the rest of my outfits. “Perfect.” I said to myself proudly. I wasn’t the most organized person, but I tried. I laid down on the bed. I must’ve fell asleep for a bit because I was awoke by my mother telling me they got dinner. It was Cajun crabs from the local seafood restaurant. They were my favorite thing to eat around here. My mouth was already starting to water. My brother came whizzing by me. He couldn’t resist to tease me. “Be careful not to drip the drool all over the floor.” I responded with a death glare. I guess he didn’t know how to be nice. My mom set a huge crab leg on my plate. At that I decided it was time to start cracking. With a little bit of effort I got to taste the sweet crabmeat in my mouth. I kept dipping it generously in butter. This was heaven. I couldn’t wait to walk down to the beach tomorrow. I probably would have a hard time sleeping tonight with all this excitement building up in me. I finished up the food and got ready for bed.
By Hazel Beck3 years ago in Fiction
The Warmth of a Heart
Short story 1 I walk into the doorway feeling almost queasy. I’ve been here so many times before, yet it always feels terrifyingly new. As I move throughout the short entryway, the receptionist greets me in a friendly manner. I almost forget my grief for a few moments. Almost. She asks who am I here to see today. “Mrs. Smith, my wife.” She looks at me sympathetically and it hurts in a way. That expression on her face says it all. “Do you need me to show you the way to her room?” “No thank you. I know the way.” I moved step by step away from the front desk down the luminescent hallway. The lights bearing down on me. The placard by the door said room 189. I had arrived. I hesitantly make my way inside. I should be used to this by now. With me I brought photographs to help her remember the good times we had together. “Hi Sweetheart.” She turned with an almost blank expression on her face. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over but yet fixated. As seemingly as though there was another world right on the blank television screen. “This is a good show. Just wait they’re getting to the real funny part.” And then she laughed. I felt frustrated and disappointed. I didn’t want our visit to go like this. I know it was selfish of me to want more. But I miss her and all that she used to be. “Hey, I brought some old pictures. Would you like to look?”
By Hazel Beck3 years ago in Longevity
