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It Lurks Behind The Shade (1 of 3)
"Alright, so this is the living room. This is the largest one-bedroom apartment we have available. It comes with a kitchen," the red-haired woman explains as she guides me through the space. Her voice is chipper, and she flashes me a warm smile. She is wearing a neatly pressed blouse, round glasses, and a badge around her neck that reads "Lena."
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Fake Strangers
Polar Sun - Sook-Jo, a Korean celebrity who met Todd on the same game server online and eventually met and fell in love on a reality TV show. TheBestT - Todd, a British gym junkie who came from a wealthy family. Has not recovered from a messy break-up and painful divorce.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Afraid
I always wake to three hallowing knocks that reverberate from the back of my skull through my teeth. That’s how I know it’s coming. The bitter metallic taste of adrenaline coats my tongue. Hot panic has its claws in my chest and sweat dews my forehead. Suspense and dread course through my veins and it takes all my strength to choose survival over succumbing to the debilitating fear. My ears twitch like a dog toward every noise and my breath comes hot against the hand that I pressed to my mouth to keep myself quiet. I need to slow my breathing…one breath in, hold, one breath out. I remove my hand from my mouth so I can ease myself out of bed and carefully place my feet onto the floor so as not to make a sound. I half-crouch and feel my way to the bedroom door, and slowly turn the knob. I know when to stop opening it to avoid the creak and I start making my way down the foreboding hallway. The floorboards give in pain as my weight shifts from one foot to the other, not quite walking, just easing my way forward. I feel another rush of dread drop into the pit of my stomach when I reach the stairs – they’re the hardest part. The old wood of the house moans with the weight of my fear and no matter how hard I try they always creak. I’ve learned the hard way that I have to do these quickly – it wakes and finds me with the sound of these godforsaken stairs. I stay in a low crouch, my legs on fire with the effort, as I place one foot on each stair using the handrail to guide myself down and take, albeit minimal, weight off the unforgiving wood.
By Tattoos & Tarot2 years ago in Fiction
Driftwood People. Runner-up in Summer Solstice Challenge.
Forever they roam Those people lost Without a home Misunderstood Discard like Driftwood Frederick held tight to the thin wood clenched in his fist. The cataracts blinded much of his vision these days, but he wanted to come, had to see for himself the charade to take place on this day, the longest of the year. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he watched his fellow churchgoing townsfolk dismantle the latest camp of homeless from the park. Center Park with its flags still flying around the statue of the Union Soldier from Memorial Day. Where every year the gazebo held the town Christmas tree for carolers and family photos.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Day
It had taken nearly thirty days and no fewer bribes to reach the small Peruvian village of Ispiju Intiq on the day of the Summer Solstice. The fercho back in Cuzco had been the worst of them, offering up freely a great wealth of information about the small village and the Incan ruins that stood above it, until they’d reached their hotel. Then he’d held their luggage hostage, muttering to himself about piña and begging for God’s forgiveness, while he blocked them from opening the trunk.
By Mary K Brackett2 years ago in Fiction
Bonfires and Herbs
There was a betrayer in our midst. We had no way of knowing, for they kept their evil deeds cloaked in deception. Our little village of Hampshire was taken entirely by surprise when they committed their traitorous acts. We had no thoughts to predict that at the time of our celebrating the Sun's ascension to the highest point in the Northern Sky, they would strike with a most diabolical blow. A blow that has undoubtedly left a mark burned deep into the pure white light of our hearts.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
