Tifany Walker
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Just a girl trying to live out her dream of being an author.
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Fashionably Late
As you arrive to the party, all dressed in your fancy attire, you take a moment to breath before heading up the pathway to the front door. You take one last look at your watch before opening the door; perfect, fashionably late, as intended. You take one last deep breath before walking in. The first person you see is the host, Kyle, he seems to be looking through you with a concerned gaze. He walks to close the door that you are still holding open, and you notice something different, eerie. You move out of his way just in time, or else he would have run into you for sure. He walks back to one of his guests, a man you’ve only met once or twice before. You find it odd that he didn’t greet you but think nothing of it as you’ve known him since you were children. You decide to make your way to the kitchen to find a snack and something to drink. In the kitchen two other childhood friends are gossiping about Kyle’s love life, or lack thereof. You say hello, but they ignore you; it’s odd but you assume they’re just a little mad because you’re always late to these events. You head to the fridge to grab a beer and the girls become speechless. You ask them what’s wrong, but they keep ignoring you and stare in your direction. You give up trying to speak to them, so you head for the main room, but before you do so you grab an appetizer from the table. One of girls lets out a yelp, startling you, causing you to drop the food. You decide not to bother getting another one and go see Kyle. As you approach him, he’s facing away from you, so you tap his shoulder to announce yourself. He doesn’t turn around, so you speak his name. He continues to ignore you. You start getting annoyed at this because even though you’ve always been late everyone accepts you for it. They’ve never gone this far to make you feel bad about it. You tell everyone in the main room to eat dirt and head into the library. In the library you head for the secret stash of booze that’s hidden behind a wall of fake book covers. You take a glass and pour yourself a drink. You then proceed to look over the actual books, judging the titles and the covers. You tell yourself that your friends are just trying to bother you and you shouldn’t let them. You spot a book that your mother used to read to you when you were younger; before she passed away. You pick it up to gloss over, you’re reminded of the good times you’ve had before you became a late comer to these parties. Your mother is the reason you started arriving “fashionably” late. She was always late, but the one day she was early, that’s the day she died. She was crossing the street, excited to be home early for once, but a reckless driver hit her, not even noticing he did it. You were across the street waiting for her to reach you, but she never did. Ever since then you’ve viewed being on time as dangerous, something you would never do. You shed a tear, and at that moment Kyle comes through the door asking if anyone is in here. You drop the book, and he just sighs and mumbles to himself that the people at these parties have no respect for his property. He starts talking about you now, stating how even if you’re always late, you’re never this late, and it’s getting weird. You stare at him dumbfounded. Okay, this has gone too far. You go to put your hand on his shoulder, but it passes through him. Shocked, you try again and still, it goes through his body. You try again, and again, and again to no avail. With each try you grow more and more confused. What is happening to you? Why is this happening? As Kyle is about to leave, his phone rings. He’s speechless. He walks out of the library, with you on his heels. He turns off the background music and as the other guests murmur annoyed phrases, he clears his throat and struggles to tell everyone that you are dead. You died on the way to the party; got hit by a car. You stare at him as he breaks down crying, then you look at the other guests who are going through an array of emotions as they try to process the news. You are dead. A ghost.
By Tifany Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest is Pretty
Panting heavily, you stops dead in your tracks. You hurriedly look around, feeling as if the forest is spinning around your turning body. You're lost. You don't know where you came from nor where You're going. In the distance you hear a high pitched scream of horror. One of the other girls must've been caught. Don't go there. You tell yourself. Go in the opposite direction and you'll be fine... you'll be fine. You're running again, away from the screams. Branches and leaves crackle under the weight of your running body. You comes across a large cabin, Oh no, your stomach drops instantly as you recognize its features. No, no, no, no, no! NO! You take in a sharp breath. This – No! This can't be... This can't – your head snaps to the right as the sound of shuffling leaves gets close. Ducking behind a bush and its branches is your only option. You do so as quietly as possible. Heavy footsteps pass you as you hold in a quivering breath. When the footsteps are out of earshot. You look in the direction they vanished. Seeing a woman's unmoving body upon the shoulder of a burly man. How did this happen? You asks yourself. I just left this place. You duck right back behind the bush when you hear some shuffling near you. "Oh god..." says another girl. She too must've thought she was going in a different direction. The other girl vanishes in an instant, letting out a sharp yelp. Oh my god... this place is boobytrapped! How am I going to get out of here? You think to yourself. A tear runs down your face as you looks out toward the cabin, horrified. What does this man want from us? You turn back from where you came back from. I'll stay in this direction! That'll surely get me out of here... You're sprinting now. Don't look back. Look for traps. Don't look back. Look for traps. You repeat to yourself. Over and over. Snap! You turn your head. Another girl down. Keep running. You keep running. Sprinting. As fast as you can. Get out of here. You're looking down. Trying not to trip. A quick look up. Stop! A girl is hanging in a net. Go around. Move. You look around. And find the rope holding the other girl. Undo the knot and run. At least you'll know you helped. You go to the rope. You're struggling. Hurry. Hurry! You take a deep inhale. Breathe. The knot comes undone. And the other girl gets free and starts toward you. Run! You're sprinting again. There's no time to stop again. At least she's free. At least you helped. You turn your head to see the girl keeping up with you. You try to dodge her. She keeps up. Easier target in groups. You have to lose her. You change course. There's a trap. You jump over it at the last moment. The girl runs beside it. That was close. Too close. She needs to go. You hear more crackling. It's neither you nor the girl following you. You duck behind another bush. And wait. Breath quickly. Quietly. You look around. Trying to see what caused the crackling. The man rushes past. You close your eyes for a second. Breath. You tell yourself as your eyes flutter open. Just breath. The girl is still with you. She's staring. Expecting you to do something. What now? You can't just run. He's near. But if you stay. He might find you. You wait a few minutes. To make sure you aren't caught. You start running again. You're breathing heavily now. It's hard to run when you're scared. The other girl is still with you. You gave in. If we get caught you're leaving her for dead while you run. You hope it won't happen. You want to survive. You want both of you to survive. Keep running. There's a single gunshot. You and the girl fall to the ground. Look to the other girl. Eyes wide. You both understand to get up and run faster. Push. Faster. Don't worry about what's behind. Just keep running. You run. Sprint. Try to find a road. Keep going. Don't stop. Find a road. You're still running. It seems to take forever. You don't know how long you'll last. Another shot. This time you keep going. You hear the man yelling. His voice getting louder. Don't stop. Just keep going. Don't stop.
By Tifany Walker5 years ago in Horror
Unicorns Exist!
I'm looking up at my mom, who's telling the tale of when our kind roamed around with the Humans. She tells about how we used to help the Humans with tasks and they would give us shelter from the rain and the cold winters. It's a story of marvels, until she gets to the part where they start hunting us for our magic, which they cannot take from us to use for themselves. She goes on to tell of the times she heard fellow Unicorns in the distance scream in pain as the Humans took their horns and cut their manes, trying to take our magic; but, they don't understanding our magic and how it works. No one ever came back. She says that we no longer show ourselves to the Humans so that our kind is protected.
By Tifany Walker5 years ago in Futurism
