“Hush children, don’t say anything,” Sandy whispered. Her husband came home in a drunken rage again, and she knew if he heard them the fists would start flying. She couldn’t explain another black eye when dropping the kids off at school. “Kids, now,” she shouted when Tim approached the trip wire. The kids pulled the wire and Tim fell into a bed of nails, dying instantly. Sandy disposed of the wire, then told the kids to say he fell, it was an accident. And that’s the same story she repeated to the police when she called them.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Roughing It
I was riding through the desert on a camel on a Sunday, which was my way. I was a trader by day, loner by night. I was lost, and with no family to come looking, I was worried. I saw camel prints in the sand, but they were my own. I had gone in circles. I almost gave up when I saw an oasis. Mirage. I got off my camel to take a nap. Another man passed me, I asked for directions, then traveled to the city. I was almost home. When I arrived, the city was destroyed by invaders.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
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I did not see that coming 😮 Poor kids!