The manor that lay atop the lush green hillside looked forlorn and empty. Its white-washed walls were cracked, and the slate gray roof tiles had begun to tumble, bowing to the elements after two centuries of torture. Ivy slunk down the face of the... (more »)
It was after her worst temper tantrum that Chelsea's parents finally decided to take the trip they had been planning for so long. Chelsea's latest demand was that they take her across the Atlantic, to England, for a vacation. And this was... (more »)
Usually when something bad happens, you can feel it. You can feel it tingling in your bones; you can feel it creeping up your spine; you can feel it tugging at the depths inside you, nudging every nerve to beware, anything could happen. But... (more »)
“But I wasn't doin' nothing, officer.”
“Like hell you weren't. Now keep still!”
Vince couldn't believe it. He was just minding his own business when some punk ran into him and shoved a wallet in his hand. Now he was... (more »)
It was December 25th, 1999, when Matilda first arrived at the Bruneski household.
Harriet Bruneski, a small, brown-haired, sharp-eyed girl in third grade, took the stuffed black cat out of her stocking with some confusion.
“Mommy,... (more »)
It had been a week since he died, a week, though it seemed longer. But it had been a week – the calender on the wall proved it.
She placed her finger on the current date, then moved it up to the day he had died, then one space over to the... (more »)
His left hand knew not
the actions of his right.
On one side, a hushed, flowing tempo.
Opposed, spontaneous dynamics
interlaid with fiery flair.
He was a composer besot with power.
Complete creative control,
musicians hanging on his every... (more »)
Fear. You know, that thing that turns that small creak in the floorboards into a blood-hungry creature that's going to get you while you slumber? That feeling that won't let you convince yourself that you are alone in the room? That thick fog of... (more »)
The eerie forest was so familiar, but the situation so unreal. When I was a young, pretty girl, I loved these woods, these ancient trees that reached to the sky with all the ambition in the world. I loved the soft grass that danced around my... (more »)
Helen liked to paint. She liked smoothing the colors over an inviting white canvas, liked the brushes, mixing colors to make new ones that people didn't even know how to describe. She liked making hidden pictures that popped into existence without... (more »)