TR Anglin

Joined January 2022

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In the Space of My Blood
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I hope that's true seeing how Tim and I fight every day in this shuttle. There is no reason to put our arguments out in the world. Since I was a little girl, I have wanted to explore the galaxy, but I never thought I would get stuck in space with a jerk. Tim Johnson, who everyone calls TJ, has been a thorn in my side since high school. A sports jock and incredibly smart. We were in all the same classes and both excelled in science. I did not know he wanted to explore space until that first day of the space program. My best friend, Trish, thought he had a crush on me and I thought she was right until he started teasing me and calling me this hideous name. "Short stout, get over here and help me pull down this book of supplies." Ignoring his demand is often the best solution. The space atmosphere is full of mystery even though much has been explored. Planet earth looks so small from this far away. Tim screams, "Hey short stout, didn't you hear me? I need your help.” When I was younger, this hideous nickname used to bother me, but now it just makes me thirsty for a beer.
By TR Anglin3 years ago in Fiction
Please Remember
The heat on my face stings as my heart races. A bright light pierces my closed eyelids and when they open, it burns even more. Cupping my hands over my eyes to provide some shade as the thumping in my head increases in speed because of a screeching metal noise vibrating in my ears is all I can think to do at this moment. The jerking of the train turning churns my stomach. When I uncover my eyes, the compartment is clear and I reach to pull down the shades. Two large luggage bags sit in my peripheral. I open one bag and it contains men’s clothing. I guess I’m not alone. Running footsteps are approaching from outside the door. A man burst through the doors. “Amelia, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. Why are you going through someone’s luggage?” His green eyes glare into my own, waiting for a response. “
By TR Anglin3 years ago in Fiction
The Interview
Tik, Tik, boom! The taste of blood surrounds my mouth as more drips down my face like crimson sweat. The floor is cold and I don’t know how I ended up face down on this piece of slab. Rolling over, the pain in my ribs throbs and I lift to my feet. A sudden jerk knocks me right back to the floor. Let’s try this again. Another struggle to stand on my feet. The mountain ranges outside the window are passing by so fast. How did I end up on a train? The only mirror shows a reflection of a woman lost and broken. Empty pill bottles are on the seats, but I have a feeling they don’t belong to me. The screeching wheels on the tracks pierce my ears and intensify my headache. I clean up as much blood as possible and go search for answers.
By TR Anglin3 years ago in Fiction
No Safe Shortcuts
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A thin fog gathered in front and slithered under the door. The sweat from the fog’s moisture brought a mist to the window, yet the candle remained steady, and these words appeared out of nowhere.
By TR Anglin4 years ago in Horror
Night Treasure
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Watching the moonlight reflecting off their dark, rough skins makes them appear even more dangerous than I’ve heard. Crouching down on this small hill, I keep out of sight as more dragons crawl out from the shadows, forming a circle to greet one another. When they call out to the sky, flames release from their mouths, causing me to rethink my decision to embark on this quest.
By TR Anglin4 years ago in Fiction