It was supposed to be a nice relaxing drive. We were going to my mother's house for Christmas, the presents all stack...
The curtains were the safety. I could never sleep unless the curtains were draped and folded over each other, obscur...
The car stalled. The roads were half washed out and the rain pounded like a blacksmith's hammer on the hood. The stor...
Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?" "I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried." "...
You had me at 'ox bow lake'.
I wonder. I really wonder. He always enjoyed pulling a fast one over me, he did. So I suppose this wasn't a surprise,...
Ox bow lake? I said looking at Jerry. He sat there with that evil kniving look on his face. I knew i should have stay...
You had me at ox bow lake, knee deep in dark water. "It's not so bad, right?" you said. "It's no Jersey Shore," I s...
There was blood on my pillow.
"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...
There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...
Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...
One minute she was on the page of a manga novel and the next she was standing in the rain. I stared at her from my se...
"I don't care if I get wet!" Eric snatched at her hand, but Angel quickly pulled away. She let her hand extend beyon...
I broke away from him and held my unbrella over my head as I walked, my head held high. "Erika! Erika!" I stopped in ...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...
He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...
I always imagined that I'd feel nothing. Instead, I feel everything. Every paper cut, every broken heart, everything...
Heather had never found her talent. The smallest amount of knitting made her arms feel like they'd fall from her sho...
Standing on the edge, my mind was white. No; it was clear. Nothing I had experienced in my 18 years was going through...