Her skin was like cream, milky, and smooth. Her beautiful hair was painted a deep red that only seemed to accentuate and define her features. A floral scarf hung gently around her neck, barely concealing fresh shades of blue. Mark's hands trembled, and his breath shook erratically. She wasn't real, he continued to tell himself…
Shear Pruning
After many seasons of neglect, Fred had finally decided to get out his pruning shears and tidy up the garden. Long skinny branches had overgrown their welcome and extended this way and that. He spent many hours trimming until it was finally all done. As he picked up the brush, he found a finger laying…
Madness
He couldn't breathe as pain and panic engulfed his entire being. His throat seemed to close in on itself. It was dry, and he began choking. Thoughts swirled in his brain as the terror took hold, and he curled up onto the bed. He lay there alone as he drifted off into sleep.
Closet Ritual
The boy sat inside of his closet alone in total darkness. Had it worked? He quietly went over all of the steps in his head. Yes, he had done all of them correctly, he surmised, but nothing seemed to happen. As he shrugged and exited the closet in disappointment, a pair of eyes watched him…
Moldy Food
A block of old cheese and an unrefrigerated loaf of Salami was all we had to eat. I broke off a fuzzy piece of each and gave it to my brother. As I ate my portion, I coughed a little bit. My brother had the same cough before he stopped moving. Carefully, I wrapped up…
A Loud Click
I woke up in a dark room with the warm glow of the television on my face. "It's 10 o'clock. Do you know where your children are?" the man on the television asked. Of course not. I'm single, and I live alone. I get off the couch and turn the knob on the television with…
Her True Form
I remember that day well. The light of torches cast a yellowish-brown glow on the cave walls which was strange as there were no torches to be seen, just the glow that they cast. I was deep within the cave, totally unprepared for the task at hand. No rope, no pickaxe, no shovel, nor flashlight.…
The Civil Army
The Geek Fourteen-year-old Patrick ran through the woods as fast as he could, fearing the repercussions should he stop. Dry leaves crunched under his heavy, yet nimble steps as he hurried along. His backpack swung uncomfortably to the left and to the right from his shoulders as the books inside slammed around from the rapid…
Shadow Demon
Hi. My name's Sammie. This is going to sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure that something is planning to kill me. I don't know what it is, but he's been toying with me for years. I say he because that's what I can most assume from its shape, but honestly, I don't know. What I…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Franklin Millsborrow
Dearest Agatha, I've had a most dreadful experience. As I'm sure you are aware by my lack of arrival, the train has failed. I have been trapped with the rest of the passengers for two seemingly whole days, though I cannot be sure. I, like most people here, have been sustaining myself on stale doughnuts…
Taradiddle Soup 