Daniella flew through the front door and threw her books on the coffee table with disdain. “I know…right? I mean, geez…what a bitch.” She was talking through her Bluetooth which was commonplace but still earned her a fair number of strange looks in public. It was 2017 for heaven’s sake, […]
“Well…” Saga paused and took a long drag of the hand-rolled cigarette, letting the smoke linger in her lungs before exhaling. “There are many ways to get to the spirit world, many ways to get there but few of them lead back.” She looked us over with a crooked brow
Deep breath, I thought to myself turning the key. The door swung open. Nothingness, well, at-least not until we unloaded all of our furniture. For now, it was just an empty living room leading into a kitchen, with a bedroom on the left and a hallway with two bedrooms on
Jacob stumbled through the double-doors of the Atlantis Casino and into the crisp, night air; lurching to the closest decorative shrubbery where he proceeded to unload the meager contents of his stomach. He had never known this type of pain. When he was sixteen he had been jumped by a
Jennifer was proud of herself, walking down the nature trail in the public park, huffing from the exertion she was putting into moving quickly. She’d been putting on a few pounds the past few months since her break up with Daniel, and it’d only been fueling her ever-growing depression, which
The shoes of a sharply-dressed detective emitted soft tapping onto the dull concrete floors of the facility. Papers were clutched tightly, wrinkling within his grip. His expression was unreadable, his voice just as stoic and monotonous as always. So far, it seemed as though this was just another crime case,
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Vilify [vil-uh-fahy]: verb (used with object), 1. To speak ill of; defame; slander 2. To make vile. * * * * * * He awoke into an imperceptible brightness; lights, many bright lights, coming in from all directions and making it impossible to see beyond the glare. The details of
There was this one time when I was younger—about five or six years old, when we had moved into a new house. It was just me & my mother most of the time since my father worked long hours during the evening into the early morning. We had been in
Sneaking into the abandoned house had been a simple affair, just prying a few loose boards from a window and slipping in through over the broken glass. No big deal. But now it seemed impossible to get out. The window had vanished, leaving instead a wall covered in peeling paint
I wouldn’t say I’m a narcissist but I have learned how to appreciate my looks, take care of myself and keep up my looks, I’m not going to have them forever after all. My friends would agree that I have a habit of always looking at my reflection. I was
Why I will never play the Ouija board again. This is why I will never play the Ouija board again. It was 1964 and my sister and I were 13 Year old identical twins. We were living with our mother in rural Scotland, parties were all the rage in the
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I live in what most people would consider to be a small town. It’s nothing like backcountry, but a small suburb. I work in the city which is about an hour commute from my house. In order to save gas, I bought a little old 250cc motorcycle that I use
1 The House It sank deep into his mind that he was being watched in the cold neighborhood. The light green shade of fog rolled through the houses. It covered the street completely like a blanket, and anyone that went through there at this time would shiver and people could
Last summer, myself and my friend Jason (name changed for obvious reasons) broke all the rules. Let me explain to be clear; this wasn’t a cross with the law, breaking the road rules or anything that would have pissed off our parents or gotten us kicked out of college. No,
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Garren was lost. He’d sworn to remember the route, if only to keep his family safe, but the series of darkened and convoluted corridors they’d been led down all looked the same. The silent sobs of dirty masses lined the hallways, several times needing to be literally stepped over. A
It was Sandy’s day off, but she decided to stop by her workplace anyway. Sandy was a pharmacist in a local chain drug store and she loved her job. Why else would she commute twenty minutes out of her way to buy laundry detergent when there was a supermarket that
Usually when I see someone standing on the top of a building, peering over the edge I only assume that they wish to kill themselves. However, this was not the initial reason that I got up here, it was not the reason why I had walked onto the roof of
It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and with each exhale, my smoke mingled with the mist until you couldn’t tell one from the other. I could hear
I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. They made that tight squeeze against the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were new. The car was new. The mailbox was old. It was Sunday, I’d just gotten
The only thing I can remember is this tower. I must have been somewhere else before coming here. I don’t remember anything before this, but I know things. I know the room I often wake up in is a doctor’s office. Then again… those words together don’t seem quite right
The following is a transcript of a recording that was discovered in a hospital laboratory. At the time of this submission, the cause of the incident is believed to have been a chemical leak. Recording begins. Three years ago, a team of scientists figured out how to stimulate the language
Auster sat at the aged wooden desk, pulling out his weathered journal. He placed it down then reached back into his satchel and retrieved his oaken fountain pen. The pages fluttered like wings between his fingers as he flipped to his next entry. He dated the first line. The pen
So, what’s it like to be a zombie? I’ll save you the effort of asking because we both know that’s what you’re thinking… right? Or, more to the point, what the best part of being a zombie? Well I’ll tell you one thing: it’s not the loss of dexterity. I’ve
Silently, they sat together on the couch, the mother holding her precious little girl. A thin stream of drool fell from her daughter’s mouth. The mother wiped it away before wiping away a tear from her own eyes. Seven years had passed since the initial diagnosis of autism, and since
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