R. Tilden Smith
Bio
Since I've been old enough to earn my own money, have preferred to spend it buying the stories that have gripped me by the throat and squeezed my imagination until I've passed out from exhilaration (metaphorically speaking).
Stories (2)
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A Dragon in Disguise
Amara stood outside The Boastful Roast coffee shop, her mother’s journal clenched to her chest, wondering whether she could ever again have the courage to be genuine in a room of cheerful faces and warm embraces. She knew it was a mirage, but the entire world seemed to have lost its luster now that her mother wasn’t part of it. Her bank called. The rep inquired as to why her account had suddenly grown by one hundred thousand dollars. Amara heard the hint of suspicion in his voice, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say the words “My mother died” out loud. So she hung up on him. She exhaled and shouldered the coffee shop’s thick wood door. A cow bell announced her entry. She hurried through the doorway as a brisk New England cold chased her through the doorway and kissed her exposed neck. She tucked the notebook underneath her arm and used her free hand to grab her wallet out of her pocket. She stepped up to the counter and took a deep breath, savoring the distinct aroma of chocolate-infused coffee beans.
By R. Tilden Smith5 years ago in Horror
Keepsake
The movers had finally gotten the last of the cardboard boxes removed from the bowels of the semi-trailer and into the house. They looked tired but determined—scurrying about in that way one does when one gets paid by the job and not by the hour. They hurried from room to room, leaving boxes stacked high and irregular, like half finished games of Jenga. The boxes were all stamped with the moving company logo—the big smiling faces of three corporate-looking hipster dudes who looked like they had just dropped a tab of PCP. Their busts were underscored with the caption, 3 MEN AND A TRUCK. WE MOVE SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO!
By R. Tilden Smith5 years ago in Horror
