Microfiction
Don’t Open The Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” “Richie, NO!” Charles said sharply as he grabbed Richie’s arm. “Oh what are you on about? It’s just a door” Richie dismissed. “No, Richie! It’s not just a door” Charles protested. “Its the forbidden door.”
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spector 2
The Spector stopped when he suspected the people were watching him. He thought he was not hurting anybody just walking looking around where he used to live a long time ago. He thought one evening he might ask someone about a certain he was looking for, but he was afraid to in fear they will just run away when he was out and about. He thought tonight I am going to try ask someone about 513 Hazel and what happened there for that is what he was looking for just to relive some memories of his younger days in town.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Spector
There was this man that they think use to live in the neighborhood, but they were not quite sure. Everyone was leery of this man, and they called him The Spector for he only came out in the late evenings or late at night and just walk up and down the street. The neighbors tried to meet him, but he always just turned and walked away. They wondered what he was always looking for every night. They set up shifts to see if they could find out, but it seems the Spector kind of suspected something from them and stopped.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Fantasy Prologue II
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The villagers of Eldergrove watched in disbelief as the water, once a gentle flow shimmering under the sun, defied the laws of nature. Fish leaped skyward, plucked from the air by curious children who had rushed to the riverbank. Birds paused mid-flight, bewildered by the sight, their songs silenced by the enchantment that hung in the air.
By Arshad Sajjad Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
