Jessica Talley
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Hello, my name is Jessica. I am a mother of three, an artist, a Veteran, and an aspiring writer.
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Suspect
Raja was premped, proper and ready to go. Feeling refreshed from the morning shower, Raja stepped out of the front door and locked it. The morning breeze came with the smell of fresh cut grass and spring time wildflowers with the most faint hint of something stale and moldy. It wasn't until he was in his car, that something didn't feel quite right. The stale moldy smell seemed somehow be stronger in the car. He looked in the back seat, almost expecting someone to be there. To his relief, it was empty. He looked under the seats and found nothing, and with a sigh, decided it was all in his head. Raja, backed out of his driveway, and headed to work. His sense of ease was fleeting, as soon as he got to the security gate. The security guard eyed him strangely and held his nose as he let Raja through. " What the hell was that about?" he thought out loud. Once parked, Raja sniffed himself then frantically searched his whole vehicle. He found nothing out of place. He even searched under the hood and in the trunk, but nothing. Calming himself, He looked at the time and realized he was almost late. He walked at almost a jogging pace. As soon as he got into the building, he stepped into a crowded elevator. Everyone held their noses, but no one looked at him at all. " What is all this strangeness about?" He asked himself quietly. Raja saw his boss, Leanne, and immediately went to her to explain why he was late, and give apologies. Leanne, held her nose and kept walking silently as if he wasn't there. Raja, now very confused, insecure and nervous, gave up trying to talk to Leanne and went to his desk. There was a small brown paper box on his desk, that had the words, open immediately written on it. There were flies buzzing around it. Nervously, he picked it up still closed and threw it in the trash. No one looked directly at him, but the smell was getting stronger. The smell of something stale, moldy and rotting filled the air now. Leanne's voice came over the intercom telling all employees to evacuate the building until the fire department can find the source of the smell. Raja and everyone else, darted to the parking lot to wait on the fire department to give the all clear. While waiting, he looked at a brown paper box that now Sat on my hood of his car. " Open Immediately" was written on it. It looked like the very box he had already thrown away. He rushed to his car, grabbed the box off the hood and took it to the nearest dumpster without ever looking inside. When Raja turned around to go back to the croud of employees, everyone was gone. Only himself and 58 cars remained. The guard shack was empty too. " I must be dreaming" he said aloud. He went back into the building, everyone was acting like nothing ever happened until he got closer to them. " What's that disgusting smell?!" A woman said while gagging. " That's it, I'm going back home " Raja said making his way back outside. The smell seemed to follow him like a shadow now. He went from a fast walk to a full on sprint. He reached the car within seconds it seemed. The smell clung to him like a wet shirt to a dry body." I have to be dreaming " he said in a doubtful voice. He got into the car turned on the ignition. As he went to fasten the seat belt, he noticed something brown in his peripheral vision. He looked at the passenger seat and there it was again, the same brown paper box. " What the hell is happening to me? Am I going insane?" Nervously, he reached for the box and opened it. There was a note inside, that seemed to be sitting in something moldy. He took it out and read it. It was an address, and lot number. He put it into his GPS and headed for the place in hope of any answer to his current fear and confusion. After a fifteen minute drive his destination was on the right. It was Saint Burnette's Cemetery. " This is such a weird day." He murmured as he parked and got out. Inside of the ten foot iron gates, there was a map. Lot 71c was on the back corner of the third cemetery block. Raja made his way to it slowly. There in lot 71c was a marble and granite tomb, with golden letters inlaid. Here lays Raja Wist Lampulaé Arrived: September 7th, 1972, Departed: April 27th, 2021. May he rest in peace. Raja suddenly realized that he couldn't feel his heartbeat and he wasn't breathing. "I can smell, I smelled the flowers this morning and the bad smell." He tried to sniff and nothing happened. "Memories of smells." He whispered, "all of my speech today has been thought and not breathed." He went inside and saw a glass coffin with gold trim and blue velvet lining. There was a brown paper box on top. In it was a note. " Please, lay back down, and rest in peace." Raja opened the coffin, climbed inside, laid down and closed his eyes. The end.
By Jessica Talley 5 years ago in Fiction
The Humming Trees
Everywhere, feet were scurrying across the forest floor. Whispers perked ears from short distances. "Hurry!" Carried one person's voice,"hide!". People where moving as quietly and quickly as possible. Alexandra and Garth, made it to their tree, and got inside and closed the door. Suddenly there was only silence. Alexandra twisted a piece of her hair in the dark and tried to control her breathing. Garth stuffed his ears with cotton to the best of his ability. They put tape across their mouths to prevent any sudden noises they might make out of fear. All they could do now was wait. The silence transformed into a thundering rumble. Growling and sniffing sounded close enough to be inside the tree with them. It was tough for both of them not to panic, but their lives depended on there absolute silence and stealth. The beasts outside where bred to have an impeccable since of hearing and smell, and their teeth went through flesh, like a hot knife through butter. "Aargh!" A man's scream pierced through the other noises. Shortly after that, the beasts howled in unison. Everyone hiding, plugged their ears with their fingers. The howling could reach a frequency that scrambled human brain waves permanently. The things that controlled the beasts weren't quite human either. The howling had no effect on them. They moved in silence as if they floated from place to place.
By Jessica Talley 5 years ago in Futurism
