He was named for his father, but he went by his middle name because the legacy he was unwillingly a part of was too difficult to bear. He never knew his father, but he knew of him was enough to chill his blood, and hope that someday he’d wake up from a life-long nightmare. HisContinue reading “Callousness in the Shadows”
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Reasons beyond Measure
He couldn’t shake the chill running down his spine every time he walked into his parents’ new home. Well, new was in the eye of the beholder. The house they’d recently purchased was at least 100 years old, and as far as he could tell the house hadn’t been remodeled in recent history. He didn’tContinue reading “Reasons beyond Measure”
Danger on the Horizon
She sat on her bed listening to her roommates argue for the hundredth time this week. She was angry and fed up with the nonsense. She jumped from her bed and walked out to the balcony. “Will you just shut up!” She yelled. “Why are you living together if you can’t get along.” Silence greetedContinue reading “Danger on the Horizon”
Swept Away
She enjoyed the old tales. Stories of magic, fantasy, and times gone by. Things were simpler then, and held none of the trappings of modern life and the burden of society. She wanted–needed an escape, and she knew these tales were the key to what she desired. She spent hours buried in dusty tomes; eschewingContinue reading “Swept Away”
Swallowed by Chaos
His family’s favorite pastime was visiting dilapidated and less than reputable carnivals. He loathed the whole notion or rigged games, dodgy rides, and strange characters, but he never complained to keep the peace. It was harmless fun, as long as one was aware what they were walking into. He’d been making a list of theContinue reading “Swallowed by Chaos”
A Whisper in the Dark
She’d known her whole life she’d possessed a gift, a gift of immense and terrible power. She was a guide for spirits who’d lost their way, and needed cross over and finally find some peace. It scared her oftentimes, but she was dedicated to her calling. She was accustomed to the call by now–welcomed itContinue reading “A Whisper in the Dark”
A Little Magic
He enjoyed the reaction of the crowds every night, but after twenty years it was beginning to grow dull. His family urged him to retire, but he longed for something more—something thrilling. He was a performer after all, he needed the spotlight, and would settle for nothing less. He walked into his quiet house. TossedContinue reading “A Little Magic”
The Regular
She sat in the corner of the bar. It was the same every night, a bottle of cheap wine, and no more interruptions for the rest of the night. Everyone knew her face, knew where she sat, but no more than that. Many tried to befriend her, but she paid them no mind. She wasContinue reading “The Regular”
Spook-tober:Day 31
We have reached the end of a Fantastic month. I enjoyed writing these stories a lot. It has shown that it really is possible for me to prioritize something and stick to it. I am going to be a lot more vigilant with the blog from now on, and just keep writing. There was aContinue reading “Spook-tober:Day 31”
Spook-tober: Day 30
Mischief Night There were rattle cans, toilet paper, and silly string tucked away in the backpack they slung over their shoulder. They were aiming to misbehave, and this was the one night of the year where it was nearly expected. They met up with a good friend and headed downtown where the best action was.Continue reading “Spook-tober: Day 30”
Scribble City: Write Now 