Paige Baker
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Murderer Unknown
Cameron was eager to start over. His life was tragic. He knew it, everyone did. He wanted desperately to move on where no one knew him. Somewhere he could just be “Cameron.” He did not want to be the son of the psychopath murderer. He did not want to be the tragic boy who had lost both his parents in one fatal swoop when he was ten. He wanted to move on, move forward. He could not do that here. He had begged the social worker for years to let him move on or at least get out of this town. Sally had done what she could, but not many families were beating down social services door looking for a ten-year-old tragically orphaned by a murder-suicide. Even when he had a shimmer of hope that he would be given a second chance, his name would ring a bell for the prospective parents. One Google search later and Cameron was the last kid anyone wanted.
By Paige Baker5 years ago in Fiction
The Kindness of a Stranger
Mr. Tobin was ordinary. He was quiet, a little odd, but he was ordinary. I remember thinking that every day on my way home. I waved just like always, the neighborly thing to do. Pulling slowly towards my driveway, I noticed he was watering his flowers. This is how I passed him most days, slowly working his way up and down the rows of his late wife’s garden. How long had she been gone now? Two… three years? I was pulled swiftly from my thoughts when I had finally reached my house and Ranger bounded around the front yard. I rushed out of the car quickly to keep his giant paws from tearing into my brand-new SUV. He was still a puppy and brought a whole new meaning to house training. I caught him mid-jump, catching his legs just above his paws. Ranger was only 6 months old, but already toward over my small five-foot frame. What was I thinking getting a Great Dane? He made me feel safe though. That is what I had wanted, needed. Despite his overzealous personality, he was doing wonderful in his training. Once in his work harness, he was all business. I slipped the harness over his head to begin our evening walk.
By Paige Baker5 years ago in Fiction
In the Shadows
The creatures crept from every crevice in the room. They seeped through the air appearing from shadows. Not one touched me, but they all had power over me. I jumped as each one appeared. I was petrified, but when one grabbed the bed right next to me, that was it. I needed you, more than you'll ever know. With one flick of the light, they fled back to the Hell from which they came. Leaving me with only my thoughts, their figures ever more etched on my mind. You drift back to sleep. It scares me more than you know. That one day I'll become to odd for you. I wish I could make someone understand the Hell in which I live. It's demoralizing for a rational human being to have such terrifying illusions that rip their brain apart from the inside. I wish I could just tell you what's going on, but there are no words. I'm not even sure I know myself. All I know now is I'm terrified to fall back asleep.
By Paige Baker5 years ago in Poets
Ashen Dystopia
It was all she had left. The one solitary reminder that life had not always been this way. Something solid to hold on to. She knew had this one piece of herself not survived, she could easily question her entire previous existence. After all, no one talked about it anymore. The ashen and dark world before her had swallowed the memory of any previous way of life. It was that sadness and depression that swallowed more survivors than the explosion itself. She held tight though; she knew that is what they would have wanted. She could not give up, not yet. So, with vigor and strength, she rose from the ashes surrounding her makeshift camp and clasped the delicate chain securely around her neck. The heart shaped locket bounced softly against her chest with each determined step. Like a small heartbeat, it gave her the hope to move on. If this small symbol of her mother could survive maybe her brother was still alive too.
By Paige Baker5 years ago in Fiction
