Horror
Project J
Stacey Hileman Iannazzo Project J 9/9/2021 Janine was embarrassed to be driving the family minivan. It had those stick people stickers on the back window that her mom thought were adorable. Janine wanted to scrape her figure off the window and replace it with a Grateful Dead Bear. Janine would have preferred driving her dad's sporty red Dodge, but even as she pursed her lips to ask permission, her dad was already furrowing his brow and shaking his head back and forth. She grabbed her moms keys with the big dumb ‘Moms Taxi’ keychain and she bolted before they decided she couldn’t borrow the van either. At least, she thought to herself as she drove to pick up Sharon and Kev, at least the stereo worked and she cranked the knob all the way to the right, feeling the bass vibrating in her tailbone.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Fiction
A Hero’s homecoming!
I’ve awaited a long time for this homecoming, being deployed overseas for the last eight months. My kit was packed, just waiting on the word to go. I re-read the letter that had arrived several months ago. The pages were worn, some torn and stuck together with clear tape. Dirty fingerprints covered the letter, imprinting on the pages. I actually kissed and folded it carefully and stuck it in my shirt pocket.
By Dianne Neal4 years ago in Fiction
Laughter In The Dark
The legend says that the witches of the backwoods were different. They were not like the normal stories of witches that people are accustomed to. They were friends to the towns’ people. They looked to them for guidance when an illness plagued the town. They were healers, and in most cases, the redeeming feature of the town. They had saved the lives of countless children with their natural cures for pneumonia and influenza. They were invited to weddings, and barn dances. They were the life of the party with their unnatural outfits, and hilarious antics.
By Dianah Brock4 years ago in Fiction
Bounty
Bounty by G. L. Payne Jupiter Moody was an eight-ball. Just what kind of eight-ball, Dalton Brindle wasn’t certain, but he was definitely an eight-ball. Jupiter was also a big guy. A really big guy. His girth was functionally spherical and he always wore these bizarre pullover sweaters decorated with horizontal lines of gold, brown, red and orange as though he was trying to embody in human form the living presence of his namesake, the King of Planets. Most folks chalked it up to some sort of benign eccentricity or the man attempting to brand himself with a public persona that had all the gauche panache of a late-night-cable infomercial host. Dalton, frankly, couldn’t have cared less. A bounty was a bounty and Jupiter, whose ranch included over 4000 acres of virgin timberland butting up against the Tahatchapuku National Forest, had the resources to offer a very fat bounty.
By Gary Payne4 years ago in Fiction
Amelia
The year was 1902 in the small town of Adairsville, Georgia. The hot summer sun blazed down upon the residents. There, in the cotton fields, men were working hard to earn the meal being prepared for them by their wives. The children were all doing their usual after school chores to assist their parents. Since the end of slavery, the normal duties of tending to a home fell back onto the shoulders of the farmers. Now, instead of sipping ice cold lemonade, and watching their annual crop being harvested, these men were remembering what it was like to work hard to survive. They wiped the sweat from their brow before picking another bushel. They glanced back in the direction of their cozy homes, longing for the comforting coolness that lay within its doors.
By Dianah Brock4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Room on the Left
One warm Tuesday afternoon, Trisha and Dave Milton, and their daughter Hanna were on the way to their new home out in Ciderville. Story has it that this town generated from the great colony of Derville, in 1666, who are known to be the founders of one of the most famous ciders in all the land. Since, it’s been renamed Ciderville by honoring Jacob Jetton for his famous cider recipe which brought the town great wealth.
By Kaylen Collins4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Angel
Midnight. Stars gleam in the night sky, the moon shines and shooting stars flash across the lakeside. Dragons roar in the distance, wolves howl, owls call and hawks circle in the sky searching for their prey. The wind shrieks ripping apart bushes and trees throwing leaves around in mini tornadoes. Snakes slither around searching for their prey to sink their teeth into, mice take cover underground from their attackers and warthogs try to keep quiet in the bushes hiding from the wolves.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction
Blood, Smiles and Tears
Hunks of meat flickered off the wall as Drew lost their footing. The blood dripped from the wet tendrils of the mop onto their impeccably shaved head. Drew focused on the amber glow of the tiny screen on their carbon grey bracelet, inspecting it for damage. They sighed with relief as it was unscathed. Drew continued mopping blood, bone, and flesh off the white walls, along the white floors and into the small open shoot in the centre of the room. After another hour of sweeping, polishing, and inspecting the area for any crimson imperfections, the task was complete. Swiping their finger along the bracelet transformed the faint amber hue to green. An unfamiliar sensation curled Drew’s lips. It was a smile.
By Atlas Thunderbaux4 years ago in Fiction
The Rose Thicket
Other than that damn rose thicket, the house was perfect. Three bedrooms, two car garage, corner lot. It was close to the school. I fell in love with it the minute I saw it. It was a bit dated but then, it was an older home. The price was a steal. Our realtor said the elderly lady that lived there had passed and her son, now living out of state, just needed to get it sold. To me, it was a win, win for us and for him.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Fiction
On Repeat
My doorbell rings and I jump out my computer chair to happily go answer it. My husband and I have been craving Chinese food and tonight we finally ordered some. I put on some pants because who wears pants when they are home? A special note to all delivery people: If you ever wonder what takes us so long to get to the door, we are putting on some pants and chances are, they are never where we think we left them. I grab some cash from the drawer and run down the two flights of stairs to grab this food. I jump the last two steps making a thud noise, alarming the sensor light. The delivery man is peering through the door’s small glass window. I must have taken too long looking for my pants.
By Christina DeFeo4 years ago in Fiction
