Getting Off Of The Bus
I sat on the bus staring out the window, admiring the gloomy weather and small neighborhood.
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I sat on the bus staring out the window, admiring the gloomy weather and small neighborhood.
Continued from @sjw and @smellyfingers Chapter 6......It Begins Huddled on the floor on the strange sign, Derek and Mikey have their backs to one another.
“I have seen unspeakable things in my life,” I whispered, my voice shaky, breathless, “but this tops the list.” The tiny radio in my ear cackled to life as Zimmerman answered me, his voice low, a...
If you listen closely On moonlit verandas You'll hear us calling For loved ones we miss, We'll send the choppers To bring you to our arms, The ones we adore Please do come, we insist.
Following on from mine @sjw and @misslittleDHP story ;-) Chapter 4 - Red Star "What are you two idiots doing here!" Derek's father said angrily.
Satanic cackles erupted from Goliath's throat as he entered the mossy den, his yellow eyes locked onto the two small she wolves.
Soft brown hair and sorrel eyes, Silken dress, and heels like skies. Something different, between red lips, A different weight around those hips.
I watch from the rooftop. Crouched down in the darkness. Claws at the ready. Waiting to pounce. My victim wanders along the street below me. Mid twenties, with cropped, dark hair and an athletic...
#TheOpussDead Just a little teaser for my old mystery story idea, I started it s while ago and felt with the theme it would be right to share.
The Box is quiet. The Box is still. The Box awaits a victim on the antique shop window sill. The Box is powerful. The Box is dark. The Box will overwhelm you, destroy you, be careful.
I swayed on my feet as a pounding headache threatened to make me keel over. I blinked. The scene before me was confusing. Seven people were sat on big metal chairs. Almost like thrones.
Uro As I left the half-darks house, I laughed nastily. She was so young and confused - an easy target.
The scarlet liquid continued to pour out of the door as the two children punched the door in despair. "Chris, Chris!" they cried like a stuck record. Slowly the shining, silver door handle turned.
"Come on Chicken. Are you scared or something?" a young, red haired boy jeered. Quickly he grabbed his two friends, one a blonde, tall boy and the other a dark haired girl with striking blue eyes.
The forest. My childhood nightmare of that one evening in July. I'd had an argument with my sister, Phoebe, and I'd told her I hated her and that I could care less if she dropped dead right now.
What was the matter with me. His wife of twenty years. Was I just monotonous. A show for all his peers. Well, I can tell you now...
There, the battered musical box stood, on the dusty mahogany table. It plays you a tune, a haunting melody that seemingly, slowly rips your mind of its sanity.
There were two young women in their 20s who were the best of friends. Since they were both still single, they decided to take a holiday together.
From the skies, a rain of fire fell in a cascade of destruction. A monster dealing death from above, burning all it touched. With it, came a miasma of disease and rot. The world collapsed.
Driving on Route 66, Six piercings in my ear, Three sixes for the Devil That's what I always hear. As if from a mirage, Near the City of Sin A house should appear, Drawing me in.
Laying in bed when prayers have been said, the clock is ticking inside your head. As the lights go out you hear a shout but you're certain that no one is about.
The old woman's hand rose shaking, and pointed towards the shadows, "The exit there..." she mumbled slowly. "But you never go get out." she concluded, as though she had said it a million times.
He knew not what the thing was for He'd stolen, beaten it from men Who loved the earth and lived the past And found this precious specimen .
Was there a time where I could have said, "I hated my father?". Yes, many times. Was there a time where all I wanted to do was run away. Of course. Was there a time when I wanted his forgiveness. Yes.