Rebekah Stroebe
Bio
A mom of one, who has always loved reading and writing. I would spend my days writing in the back of my school notebooks, on napkins, and on loose paper. So I decided to post on here to share it with others.
Stories (4)
Filter by community
The experiment
Do you know what happens at midnight? No one does, we are told to be asleep by 11:30, we are given a vitamin each night at 11. The night I decided not to take mine, well… let’s just say it didn’t go so well. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I sound crazy don’t I. But, I’m not. Maybe after you hear more, you’ll believe me.
By Rebekah Stroebe4 years ago in Horror
The Chair
The dry, hot air mixed with the deafening sound of Cicadas, and the rancid smell of rotting beef left out on the counter, filled the little cottage. A soft glow from a single candle danced in the window with the breeze, the breeze that threatened to snuff it out. She stared, unmoving, unblinking, stared out into the darkness. It called to her. She couldn't answer but it called. It called in the night when she wasn't sleeping. It called in the morning, as the sun rose over the distant hills. She could hear it, she was sure.
By Rebekah Stroebe4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse at Sea
I was born in a small hospital, in a small seaside city in Maine. Basically with saltwater coursing through my veins. My parents both have lived around it their whole lives. I was an only child. My dad loved to fish, swim, and jetski. My mom loved to boat and surf. Every day after school once my homework was done I would run to the beach. Life was good. My hair was long and flowing freely, my t-shirt waving in the wind. I ran, as fast as my legs could carry me. I was skinny but short. People used to tease that there wasn’t much of me, just skin and bones. I never let it bother me. I ran to the ocean, just as I always do that day. That, dark day. When the clouds rolled in suddenly like the set of a horror movie. The air turned still and stale. The wind, silent. I was there, I saw it. I couldn’t bear to tell anyone, I don’t think they would believe me. But, I saw it. I wish I hadn’t. It stuck to my mind, affecting my very soul. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. I guess I have to tell you what happened now, we have come this far.
By Rebekah Stroebe4 years ago in Horror
Mom's chocolate cake
I sighed as I put the final rose on the wedding cake order. Thinking of what my mom would say if she could see me now. I closed the lid gently, so as not to smear the whipped frosting, put the tag on it, and put it away for safekeeping until the customer comes by to pick it up. I grabbed the old, torn, and ratted rag from my apron pocket and wiped my frosting stained hands. Sometimes, I still can’t believe how far I’ve come. Creating custom cakes was my dream, and now it was a reality. Thanks to my mom.
By Rebekah Stroebe5 years ago in Fiction
