SharonSharpe
Bio
It started with Bloody. He was a six-eyed heart monster that my 2nd grade brain conjured up to delight and terrify my peers. I am a fanfic writer (A03), an aspiring author, and hold an M.A in English.
Stories (19)
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Carrie's Que
There are memes all over the internet that true grill masters wear a specific type of shoe. It’s a black or brown leather sandal that crisscrosses across the foot. I don’t own a pair, but anyone that has had my BBQ knows that I am a pitmaster in my own right. Even though I don’t don a special pair of shoes, I always perch a hat atop my head. I place a hat firmly on my head like I’m Ash Ketchem preparing for battle. It’s my signature style, but also my way of remembering and connecting with the woman that taught me everything I knew.
By SharonSharpe5 years ago in Feast
Pancakes in Purgatory
Room 24 was hell. At least it felt like it because of the broken air conditioner. It was the worst possible time for the unit to break considering the 100-degree temperature outside and the nonexistent breeze. Nevertheless, it chugged away emitting an obnoxious clanging every ten minutes. Ten minutes had passed since the last time the air conditioner had attempted to sputter to life. This time when the loose bolts rattled together the resulting clang awoke the occupant of the bed in Room 24, Brooke.
By SharonSharpe5 years ago in Horror
The Mildew Man
I have never wanted to work with or have children. There was always something about the invincible way they lead their lives that filled me with fear. I have never longed for the warm fuzzy feeling that parents get while watching their children grow up. Ironic now that I’m in this situation. If you asked me how I ended up as a babysitter for the little boy that lives next door my answer would change depending on how many drinks I had. Sober me would probably tell you that I have been a cynic for too long and wanted to give the whole kid thing a test run. Drunk and even tipsy me would tell you the truth. I want to make a pass at the kid’s mom.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Horror
Freedom
Growing up in a small town in the Bible Belt of the south isn’t the easiest thing to do. Especially when you’re questioning your sexuality but too afraid to speak up. You feel trapped. It’s not easy when your grandfather is the pastor of the local church and every Sunday you lead the teen class and tell them about how much God loves everyone, only to have your grandfather preaching about “Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve” every Sunday. You can’t think about the way your heart sped up and your palms got sweaty when the blonde girl at the skating rink helped you to your feet when you fell. You can’t think about the way you notice the delicate curve of female lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss a girl.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Humans
Reap
I turned my attention from the crowds to my brother. Just like all the others his eyes were awash with excitement as he too in the stands and crowds of dancers. He plucked two sticks of some grilled meat from a vendor with a smile and handed one over to me. I bit into it hesitantly, shocked by how flavorful the first bite was. I devoured it quickly, which brought laughter spilling from my brother’s lips. Being dead was not what I had expected or theorized. Everyone seemed so happy, unhindered by the reality that they all were dead. The anger that I felt earlier when I tried to hold onto those shreds of darkness and my worldly life flared through my body again. I gripped hard on the stick I was still holding in my hand, snapping it in half. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did they were just as unbothered by my anger as their current predicament. Even Shaun walked ahead of me, his step light as he led me out of the festival area and down a much quieter side street.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Horror
Reap
Death welcomed me. Cold. Expressionless. Dark. Then light overtook the darkness bursting forth around me like a freshly struck match. It was not warm, but blinding and painful. I struggled against it, some part of my mind fought for the darkness, the only tether to the world I had known. That tether snapped and I was pulled into the light and out again.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Horror
Retrospect
Night fell around the only car on the two lane road in the backwaters of the sleepy town. A pair of headlights flickered to life as day gave way to dusk, and with it the dangers of deer leaping onto the roadway. Behind the wheel was a naval officer, her sweatpants and t-shirt ensemble allowing her to blend in with the civilians while she was on leave. She doesn't want the attention, she never has but it always seems to find her. The county knew her as the spelling bee champ, and chemist. But only the school teacher knew that she hated the attention and praise. Her eyes were bright with the promise of sandy beaches and opportunity waiting for her back at the navel base, but sad knowing that her time at home was quickly drawing to a close.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Families
