Timberly Price
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Behind the Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My father told me that over and over from the day I could twist a knob. The first time he said it, I had just reached for it—three-year-old me, toddling along and getting into mischief. He gave me a firm smack on the back of my tiny hand and pointed a stiff index finger as he yelled, “Don’t you ever open that door!”
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Horror
The Rusted Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It's the same door that rusted shut ages ago. The one my mother doodled on when she was just a toddler. Five generations and the door remained closed to this day. I always wondered why the door was forbidden for almost two centuries. Even during our renovation years ago, that location was strictly off-limits to workers. What was behind that metal door shall always stay a mystery, but I desperately wanted to reveal it. It was my house now, and no one was around to hammer into me the importance of that only rule.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Horror
Caged. Content Warning.
Late at night, I was being chased down a dark alley. The sharp smell of garbage filled the air, and I dodged between overflowing trash cans and piles of torn boxes. My heart pounded in my chest. The loud thudding echoed in my ears, as I darted from side to side, desperately trying to evade this looming threat. But I wasn’t fast enough. I felt their presence getting closer, a shadowy figure standing behind me. I turned, backing into the corner of a chain-linked fence and a thick brick wall.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Blue Flame
Have you ever flown too close to the sun? Kira Denton has—not literally, though she’s wanted to since her downfall. Once an outcast, then a beloved hero, she became an outcast again. Her arrogance, her cocky ways, led to the destruction of her image and the loss of those who once looked up to her.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gray Ones
The corn was tall and dense. You couldn’t see very far as you peered through the crops. Each step through the maze made you feel smaller and smaller. As you were brought deeper through the large green stalks, your heart started to pound as the sun began to set. Unbeknownst to you, as you traveled through the maze, dusk had come faster than you had planned when you’d started the endeavor. You took a deep breath, pushed your concerned thoughts away, and went to locate the end of the maze before the darkness enveloped you.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Unknown Caller
Jenny was snuggled on the couch she had for years. A tattered blanket she’d yet to throw out covered the lower half of her body. She watched the screen just a few feet away from where she sat. The horror show flashed gruesome scenes that made her cower from fear. As the show ended, she let out a reassured breath as the names graced the screen. But before she was able to get too comfortable, the show popped up one last scare that had Jenny bump the mug she had on the table next to her. She was grateful that the cup was empty and went to grab what she had dropped. Before Jenny was able to put the mug back on the table, her cell phone started to buzz loudly. Unexpected, she dropped the cup once more, as her hand went over her heart.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
The Window. Top Story - June 2024.
Like clockwork, the nightmare I desperately wanted to rid myself of every night, was back again. Alone in a room with a dim flickering light overhead, the silence deafening as I sat on the concrete floor. A small window on the wall in front of me, teasing the freedom I could have.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
Trash or Treasure?
I’m snuggly wrapped around my companion’s neck, trying to keep them warm from the chilly air as we trek down a busy sidewalk. They weave in and out of people while I feel the small flakes fall and seep into my wool fabric. As they race down the stairs, going underground, I feel both ends of my cloth bouncing against their body with each movement. It’s not long before my companion rushes into a packed tin can of people, some are standing while others sit.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
Snowful Sorrow. Content Warning.
The snow crunched under Howard’s boots, each step sinking into the white carpet blanketing the earth. Flurries danced in the air, swirling around him like confetti on New Year's Eve. The dense fog enveloped his senses, obscuring the world beyond his immediate surroundings, muffling the distant echoes of life.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
Healthy Ambitions
Reflecting on my first year at Vocal Last year, 2023, was my first year on Vocal. I stumbled upon it in December of 2022 after a few different writing YouTubers that I started watching recommended it in some of their videos. I checked out the website for a few weeks before deciding to join and posted some of my short fiction content. I also decided to enter several Vocal writing challenges because random prompts definitely helped my creative juices to flow.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Writers
Bound by Blood
Detective Lancing waltzed into the precinct, hands buried in his coat pockets. His confident stride turned heads as he navigated toward the interrogation room, the key to unraveling the recent town murders awaiting him. He walked past the uniformed officer standing guard outside the door, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement as he flashed his badge.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Criminal
