9:38 PM, Tuesday October 7th, 2014
I run to the ringing phone in the kitchen, set down my flashlight and guitar and pick up. “Dr. Sergio!” exclaimed Linda Soapstone “I just can’t believe it. Your ads... (more »)
"Let's play a game." "No, I don't want to." said Cathy. "But I want to." the stern voice of the other girl scared Cathy. "What will you do if I don't?" "That's easy, kill you." said the other girl with a danderous smile beginning to... (more »)
In the middle of the night as the moon lays perfectly in the sky, just above the tree branches that hang down because the leaves are growing heavy with color, I silently open up my front door and step one foot into the darkness. I glance back at... (more »)
“You should, uh…” The panic on her face is spreading, shaking her hands and fidgeting her eyes. She is swallowed by the fear, losing herself, falling to nothing but terrors unwilling puppet. “You should leave. You need to leave. Now.... (more »)
The woman was doing a backbend that snapped all the bones along her spine. I heard it crack peice by peice. There was no time to run, no time to think. The rattling of her chattering bracelets threw me off. She let out a morbid screech,... (more »)
I’ve done it a million times, I remind myself. It’s nothing new, nothing unique. I’m not afraid of this; I refuse to be afraid of this. There is no reason, no justification, whatsoever. Despite my efforts, my psyche doesn’t respond to... (more »)
I slide across the bed of the truck and slam into the side as we turn, going far too fast. I let out a whoop of laughter. Eve should probably slow down; maybe even try to go the speed limit, but driving too fast, that’s what’s fun about... (more »)
Something had awakened me. Was it the darkness? It’s so dark that when I wiggle my fingers in front of my face, I can’t see them. The wind is howling and it’s pouring buckets outside. A lightning bolt flashes across the sky, and... (more »)
They were rushed out of the holding. They were a group of five, just as there had always been. The Choosers, as they are called, pick a group of five each and every night and take them to the storage yard with their cloaks of raven feathers... (more »)
For as long as I could remember, I’ve been walking in the field for years. I’m not even sure if years is the correct term to use, my concept of time is skewed and confusing. Events before the field are blurry, whispers and sounds lost to... (more »)
“Jason?” I asked, raising my voice slightly over the stuttering of the engine. “What’s wrong?”
I, Xyla and my brother Jason were on our way home after spending three weeks at music camp. We had been driving through nothing but snow for... (more »)
Anna O... A patient of Sigmund Freud, she developed feelings of transference towards her doctors. Transference, a psychiatric phenomenon, is portrayed by the shift of a human’s feelings for one individual towards a more available person. Plagued... (more »)
Camila felt wet.
Well that doesn’t make sense, Camila thought to herself. Why would my bed be wet?
Then Camila discovered something else. I’m not even on my bed! This feels like the ground. It feels like cold wet hard ground. Why would I be... (more »)
It was my eleventh birthday today and I was treating my class with a box of cupcakes I was bringing into school. Everyone was enjoying them as we ate them before we went out to recess. Five students in my class were absent so I had extras that I... (more »)
I sat in my small, tight living room, watching a cheesy, old soap-opera that was putting me to sleep. Just like any other person with a job, I have a life of my own too. I mean, why wouldn’t I?
I’m Adam Wenton, and I’ve got... (more »)