He had stopped running, but only because he couldnโ€™t run anymore. His foot had hit a stalk at just the perfect angle to leave him face first in the dry dirt that tore through his shirt, bloodied his elbows, and sprained his right ankle. He had...

โ€œMy hand trembles as I attempt to write, for after days of observing the absolute calm and stillness of the city street below, I have resolved to leave the safety of my barricaded apartment to venture through the vacant wreck that was once a city....

I My town is one of those back country middle-of-nowhere places in which word-of-mouth folklore and wild superstition defines its population. Itโ€™s the kind of place a visitor might hear ethereal music in the woods, or catch a glimpse of an out-of-place animal roaming the...

โ€œHave you ever heard of The Sallow Man?โ€, Thatโ€™s what Timmy Morrison asked me in seventh grade. Timmy was my best friend. We did nearly everything together. It was Friday, and we were sitting in lunch period discussing what we were going to do when...

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No one knew where it came from or how it happened. It was just another sunny, dull, and happy day in the small Michigan town when it began. It occurred with the small things first (like memories of anniversaries or memories of where the car keys...

My life is not what you would call privileged. It has been one of endless work and sacrifice. Born into a life of slavery, my life has never truly been my own. My time has always been dictated by others, when to eat and sleep,...

"Well. Could be worse," I muttered, pulling up the driveway to my new home-away-from-home. While I knew such a cheap off-campus living arrangement wouldn't be nearly as nice as living in a dorm at the university, the pictures made my new domicile seem so much...

Youโ€™re probably wondering why this notebook is in your seat. But donโ€™t ask me about it, because Iโ€™ll purposely ignore you. Donโ€™t get offended, because itโ€™s for your own good that I pay no attention to you. I need to tell someone this story, because...

In a nearby town, there lives a clown whose laughter fills the air, and in crowded places, with his painted faces he shocks with skill and flair. Through a comic fall, and tales grown tall, those watching delight with glee, to forget their worries, of bills and moneys, as the clown performs...

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Note: There is some gore in this pasta. If you believe this will bother you, please skip today's story. His hazel eyes skimmed over the words for what he knew had to be the twentieth time. His pupils darted back and forth over the lines, dancing...

There was a bright pink tint to the sky and it brought a smile to Jared's face. The light afternoon breeze shook up his dark brown hair, flipping it in apparent life. He loved the scene that was occurring before him, the daily setting of...

'Tis a fine house, lad, to be sure, and well built. And 'tis sure I am that you and young Maglyn will be more than happy here till the end of your days. But I've said it afore and I'll say it againโ€”I wish I...

They follow the same neat routine every day. The boy wakes up to the sound of that unpleasant alarm at 6 AM every morning, Monday through Friday. I listen carefully to the sheets rustling above me as he tosses, turns, shifts in his bed struggling...

โ€œCan you send me the outline over email? That would be way easier,โ€ said Jack, already searching for a taxi as he pushed his way out of the City University of New Yorkโ€™s doors. โ€œSure bud, Iโ€™ll do that as soon as I get home,โ€ said...