Wayne Coolidge
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Something For Billy
I awake suddenly, sweat pouring down the side of my face like warm rain drops. My hands are trembling lightly, and I know at once that I have had the dream again. I sit up in my bed as my eye’s slowly adjust to the darkened room. There is a slight breeze blowing through the open window, and I am grateful for the cool wind now hitting me in the face. I can hear my grandmothers hurried footsteps coming down the hall towards my bedroom door, did I cry out in my sleep again??? Probably so.
By Wayne Coolidge2 years ago in Fiction
Fran
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. None of it looked as it once did....It made her sad to think too much about it. So much had changed in the last ten years, Elisa had a hard time remembering what the world was like before. She had been a happy and carefree child before the collapse, she was sure of that much..... She and her little brother Carson had come from a loving home, with loving parents, who had done their best to shelter them from the craziness of the out side world. Of coarse that had all changed in a blink of an eye.
By Wayne Coolidge3 years ago in Horror
The Cabin
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.".....The large grey wolf stared nervously at the old cabin sitting just across the frozen pond. He sniffed the air around him, and something rancid filled his nostrils. Right then and there his senses began to scream for him to just turn and run back into the desolate wilderness from which he had just came, but the hunger in his belly had other ideas. It had been nearly two weeks since his last real meal....For the wolf, desperate times called for desperate measures. He looked anxiously toward the cabin again searching for signs of life and other than the one burning candle, he saw none. There was no smoke coming out of the chimney, no movement or noise what so ever, and still the wolf felt uneasy.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Horror
The Witch Of Foggy Bottom Lake....Part 1
Day 1 The day was beautiful, mostly because it was early fall, and the trees seemed to dance carelessly in the wind, their limbs heavy with foliage and full of color. The drive from Atlanta had been long, however the view up the mountain around the lake was breathtaking, and had been well worth the wait.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Horror
The End....Chapter 5
Ray and Scooter were not the only people in the Clover Valley sub-division who were freaking out the night of the Arrival. However unlike Scooter Jenkings, no one else in the sub-division or the county for that matter had a stocked super bunker to hide in. The one hundred and fifty or so people in the neighborhood who had been able to survive original Alien onslaught, were now either running for their lives or hiding and praying.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The End.... Chapter 4
Scooter, Ray, and Jerry stood in the dark house just on the other side of the front door, each bent over and panting as if they had just ran a marathon. They were all grateful to be alive, and Ray was even more grateful that the lights were still out, so Scooter and Jerry couldn't see that he had pissed himself. They could still hear the horn blaring out side, but it wasn't as loud in the house thankfully.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The End....Chapter 3
Scooter Jekings waved back at Steve Benson as he started down the street towards his house. There was a solemn look on his face and he had an uneasy feeling, the same kind of uneasy feeling he used to get in Iraq right before the shit hit the fan. " What do you think is causing this green light Ray" Scooter asked.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The End....Chapter 2
Scooter Jenkings sat at the table staring down at the straight flush that he was currently holding. It was by far the best hand he had been dealt all night, and he planned on milking it for all it is worth. His face was straight up expressionless as he called Sam's five dollar bet. "I'll see that five and raise you ten..." Scootter said, looking across the table towards Sam Benson.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The End
I awoke with the sound of automatic gunfire still ringing loudly in my ears from the night before. I sit up and yawn widely, trying not to disturb any of the sleeping bodies that lay in the floor all around me. The door to the basement is open and fresh morning sunlight is pouring in through it like an old welcoming friend.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
