I love to see an arm out a passenger side window, of an ‘87 Buick or a Volkswagen Westfalia. An arm baked brown over seven golden summers;
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
Fourteen blondes. Thirty-four brunettes. Forty-seven redheads. Ninety-five victims in total. Cut. Slashed. Dismembered.
By John Dodge3 years ago in Fiction
"There's nothing to be afraid of," my mother says gently, closing my door as she exits my room. Instantly, darkness fills the void.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Fionn’s wedding was perfect, down to the hammered pewter napkin rings and dried Carline Thistles. The candle centerpieces bore the Claddagh, flames flickering, urging Seamus to raise his glass.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Jack Davenport sat under a bare flickering bulb. The only sound in the dingy one-room apartment rattled like a firefly in a glass cage.
By P. M. Starr3 years ago in Fiction
The stimulant hit hard. Verenne's body spasmed. Her eyes snapped open, blinked at brightness, recognized the source. Usually she was using those lights to work by, not lying under them.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
I used to be a government employee. We were fighting from within. We saw how the malevolence was using the ignorance.
By Samantha Rusk 3 years ago in Fiction
After the war Mike had to cope with losing his legs and one arm. It was almost too much to bear. That was, until learning to jump.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
There was a horrible, blinding light. She grasped the lever and pulled, hoping to avert the coming disaster! Panic swelling within her, she could only watch as the machine shuddered violently.
By Josh Matic3 years ago in Fiction
Mary Garcia had terminal cancer and was near the end of her 47-year-old life. She stopped breathing at 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
My name is Thunderseeker. I was born during the worst thunderstorm in memory. The elders claim it a sign of my power. My whole life, I've sought thunder. I love to feel it in my bones.
It always seemed a miracle to her that the car heading eastward and the semi bound west did not collide, but time and time again they roared past one another, neither aware of having narrowly cheated death.
