Tonya Harris
Bio
A Milwaukee native who loves to express her ideas and stories through novels or short story writings. Best known for tale twisters and suspenseful novels that all have enjoyed. Submerse yourself into one of her mind bending stories.
Stories (2)
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Marie's Choice
On a chilly, windy night on the north end of Chicago, no street lights, just darkness due to the blizzard. Marie stayed in a lovely little loft decorated with the finest silks and embroidered furniture from over seas, some pieces seemed more ancient than others but nonetheless they were true gems. Marie had traveled the globe wanting more and more items to collect for her lovely loft, one that she spent countless hours trying to perfect. One ding, two dings and the elevator comes up, there was a man with a dark green fleece and wool beanie hat, he called her name more than once with a slight cough to follow, "Marie, I have a gift for you, my love. I think you'll really enjoy it", he spoke. Marie graciously walked out of her bedroom towards the gentleman in wonder. The gentleman pulled out a silver box with a bronze key attached to it, a box that Marie thought resembled one from her youth. " Thank you Jimmy" she stated as she reached out to grab the gift, Jimmy held back the box a while and wondered if she truly knew what was in the box. "Marie, do you remember this", he questioned while holding the box firmly, Marie was confused on to what Jimmy was asking. "It reminds me of a box I once had back in Russia, my husband had given it too me before his death", she stated. Her mind was puzzled on to how Jimmy could have possibly gotten a hold to a box that was years old, as he was just thirty years old.
By Tonya Harris5 years ago in Horror
The mistake we made
Suzette was dealing with her mothers loss. She stood by her side every day and every night as she was terminally ill with bone cancer. The utter screams of pain at night would wake her and her then newborn son, mother's blood shot eyes wouldn't make her disbelief any better, she often wished she could take the pain away from her dying mother. She'd wish that things were back to normal, that her mother was down stairs watching her morning tv talk shows, laughing perhaps even yelling at the screen. The only screams she could her now was the wailing of her mothers pain. No more pain medications to take, as doctor Hansen didn't finish the prior authorization forms in time for the insurance, The payment for her medications was more than a can of infant formula for her child. But there was now an empty room, a room that was filled with pain and no more laughter or smiles. Just an empty cold room dressed in a bright yellow, the ceiling fan became dusty and one of the mirrors had shattered a couple weeks prior to her death. but who was to clean her mothers room but suzette. She could dare trust her brother joseph as he was a known to borrow an item or two. But it was only far, as it was only the two of them left from their mother lineage.
By Tonya Harris5 years ago in Horror
