Fiction

Lilith's Blessing
Sounds of heels clicking on hard concrete caught Trevor's attention while he sat on the edge of his bed. The clanking of footsteps increased until it reached the door. The clunky gray door unlocked, crying in agony.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 6 Instead of firing me, Greg offered me a promotion and a raise and invited me to lunch to discuss improving our accounting methods. At eleven, Greg showed up at my desk. I closed my laptop and locked papers in my top drawer before getting up. We handled sensitive material for several large government agencies, and things had to be kept private. One slip, and we could lose all of the government business.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 4 Sandy had left about a dozen texts on my phone during the day. I had turned off notifications from her a few weeks ago, as it was getting on my nerves. I figured I could always catch up with her demands of the day when I got home from work. They were the typical, “Did you send the check out yet? I have to pay the babysitter and I’m out of cash. “You can’t take Timmy next weekend, my parents will be in town,” and so on. Why couldn’t all women be like Phyllis? Easy with no strings attached.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 5 Cop cars were lined up in front of the Closing Time Bar & Grille when we arrived for Phyllis’s nightcap. A sour taste crept into my throat and my stomach threatened to lob its alcoholic contents into my lap. “Come on, Phyllis, let’s find somewhere else. This is creepy as hell,” I said.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 3 I slept like the dead after my run last night. This was good because Greg had a list of things I needed to fix when I got to work.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 27
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 26 ______________ I expected Gordon to be the first child to acquiesce to an interview, but Jacob surprised me. He invited me to his Bed-Stuy apartment, where he made us lattes with a gleaming monster of an espresso machine. When I complimented him on his technique, he shrugged.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 26
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 25 ______________ By the time I got all of the boxes into my apartment, the Zipcar was already an hour overdue. I scraped its fender during my rushed return, antsy to dive into the treasure that was now mine. I planned to digitize each piece and create a searchable index.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 25
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 24 ______________ From the hallway, Janie's condo was unremarkable. There was a worn welcome mat before its beige door, a banal triplet to the neighboring apartments. But once we crossed the threshold, the illusion of a tidy, ordinary life shattered. The two-bedroom apartment was packed to the gills with, to recall Mark's description of the hoard at Hollow Hill Farm, crap.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 24
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 23 ______________ "Janie has left an extensive list of items for each of you." Ms. Clark flipped through the pages in the folder, flashing us a peek of an itemized list spanning many pages. "Usually, we prefer to collect the most valuable items and distribute them here, during the reading. Unfortunately, when my team attempted to access the condo, we found quite a predicament."
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 23
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 22 ______________ In the driveway once again, I thanked Mark for the tour. "If you have any other questions about the house or Antonio, you know how to reach me," he said. "I feel like we only scratched the surface."
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 22
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 21 ______________ Maybe it was Mark's confidence that I would pick up on the house's energy. Maybe it was his admission to feeling uncomfortable in the pool area. Or maybe it was just that the pool was a very bad place, where many men had died. Whichever way, my teeth were on edge as we walked through a dark basement hallway, chasing the drifting scent of chlorine.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
CHARLIE
CHARLES April 30, 2023 Well, I can tell you with certainty that this is not a dream. It has been roughly a week since I woke up and could not open my eyes, according to my calculations. Yesterday, I woke up and I was able to open my eyes. It was slow and they were a little sticky and at first only small slivers of light came in and I blinked a little bit and now I can tell you that my suspicions are confirmed. I am a dog. A very small dog, to be exact. I do not know how this happened but these are the facts, I am sure about that. I am surrounded at all times by other very small dogs, some of which have opened their eyes and stare at me with confusion- rightfully so- and others still have not. Somehow all of us seem to be able to find our way to the large dog that nurses us, but maybe she comes to us, so that we can eat. I understand this is our mother. The whimpering sounds make sense now, and it makes sense why I felt so small. Also, I have never been more perplexed in my life.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters