Abducted – pt 4

Continued from Abducted - pt 3. Read it here! ***Trigger Warning!*** Rick walked in carrying a brown paper grocery bag. Without even acknowledging me, he strolled into the kitchen. I’d been lying in the fetal position for the past few hours and slowly unfurled my legs and sat up. When he came back, Rick was…

Abducted – pt 3

This story is continued from Abducted - pt 2. Read it here! ***Trigger Warning*** I was clad in only an old gray t-shirt with holes in the sleeves. After spending the first horrific night in this hell house, I knew I’d have to play it smart if I was going to make it out alive.…

Abducted – pt 2

This story is the second installment of Abducted. Read part 1 here! ***Trigger warning!*** The clock on the dash read two-thirteen when we finally pulled up a long, gravel drive.  We’d left Iowa about forty-five minutes ago, driving past the ‘Welcome to Minnesota’ sign shaped like the state itself. Thin, dark pine trees cluttered the…

Mini-Series: Abducted – pt 1

I was never afraid of the dark, but the night creeped me out. I was all too familiar with the sort of people who were active in the midnight hours, and I wanted nothing to do with them. Still, when you work until nine P.M., it’s unavoidable to be out at night. When the clock…

Just an Experiment…

Behind the red brick walls of a nondescript building, gathers a covert organization. Through the hallowed halls, under the gilded ceiling, sit the powers of the nation. There, they plot and plan, leaving the doors wide open for their cunning middleman to prove his devotion. It wasn't without hesitation, that I snuck onto the premises.…

The Professional

A classy, and very exclusive, party was in full swing at Cordelia House. Hundreds of guests danced and dined the massive ballroom, milling about tables laden with scrumptious-looking treats and carafes of colorful beverages. There were avocado fingers and raspberry cordial, squares of ambrosia and deep, red wine, all finely displayed on gilded tables in…

First Love

The infinitely curious Fandango has prompted us to write about our first love. I have been happily married for over a decade now, so these memories are practically from another lifetime. My first love was the brother of one of my best friends. She and I were very close, and, when she moved to the…

Hekate’s 9th Key

Rose-colored curtains fluttered in the breeze. The open window faced a bright green lawn, split by a curved, stone walkway. The path led up to the front porch, where a mahogany double-door gleamed in the early morning light. Lying there, in the grass near the door, was a woman. She looked to be sleeping peacefully,…

Napoleon Dreams

'If you sit on a voodoo doll of yourself, would you ever be able to stand up?' This was the fourth random thought I’d had in about as many minutes. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Grumbling under my breath, I tossed the covers aside and slid out of bed. “Where you goin’?” my husband…

Oracle Owl

Oracle Owl had many visitors. Even the mice and voles came to her with their many questions. There was one creature, however, who doubted her powers. A crow by the name of Eugene constantly disputed her claims. One way or another, she’d eventually be proven right, but that never seemed to bother the old, crotchety…

Buried Alive

My head is pounding. I can barely breathe. I open my eyes, but see nothing but blackness. I try to sit. I cannot budge. Quickly, I begin to realize my worst nightmare has come true - I’ve been buried alive. ‘Okay, don’t panic’, I tell myself. I know I’m working with a limited supply of…

Connie’s Slip

Connie Cuthbert smacked the alarm clock blaring on her nightstand. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly blinked and looked at the time, 2:42 A.M. Why was her alarm going off this early? With a huff, she flipped her pillow over to the cool side and attempted to fall back to sleep. A cool breeze blew gently…

The Premiere

The long, sleek black limousine slowly rolls up. A man in a dark tuxedo rushes to open the door, and a woman steps out, gently placing one high-heeled shoe and then the other on the red, velvet carpet laid out for her. Her green, satin gown is modest, yet form-fitting, and her wavy brown hair…

Holly’s Reader

Lavender scents wafted through the air as steam rose from my mug. A tea of serenity, it's a calming concoction to soothe my inner chaos. I unfurled myself from the couch and lazily reached for my book, 'The Cocoa Conspiracy'. I've always loved a good detective story. I settled in to read about Sleuth Holly's…

Sneaking Out

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and I can see the full moon shining bright just outside my window. I can’t wait to feel the cool night air on my skin. Quietly, I pull the covers down. I’m still in my school clothes, so all I have to do is put on my sneakers, grab…

An Alternate Ending – Justine, The Martyr

"Justine! No! You can't face him alone!" Malinda's concern was palpable, hanging heavy in the air between the two witches. "I have to, Malinda. Eleyna's too hurt to go on, and she needs you and Alice's help." Justine gulped, staring at the imposing yacht docked near Castle Andar. "It's up to me." Chewing her bottom…

Baby Number Four

"Do my boobs look bigger to you?" My husband glanced over from his video game and shrugged. "Seriously," I said, "Look at these things. They're like, at least a B cup. Look!" Hubby paused his game and made a thorough examination. "Yep, they're bigger. Your face looks a little chubby, too." He laughed. "Gee, thanks.…

Racing Through the Moorlands

“Sugarbit, slow down!” My white and chestnut-spotted mare had been spooked, undoubtedly by some hideous varmint. “Whoah, whoah,” came my father’s deep voice as he rushed up behind us. “Sugarbit, halt!” With an abrupt jolt, my horse came to a stop.  I pushed my blonde, tangled hair up and out of my face, “Thanks, Da!…

Spoiled for Choice

Looking for a little light reading? Here are a few 3-5 minute reads to enjoy in your spare time... Remember, I love, love, LOVE reading your comments, so be sure to let me know what you think!!! #HappyReading!!! Undermuck ~ A metaphorical, introspective view of societal concepts through the eyes of a solitary soul. https://ashlieharris.wordpress.com/2020/01/25/undermuck/…

Love on the Boardwalk

Today’s Fandango’s Dog Days of August #4 "Lost Love" He’d been so handsome in his Navy uniform. The crisp, white hat and tight-fitting outfit were in sharp contrast to his dark, tanned skin. Beneath a crewcut of thick, brown hair, his blue-green eyes captivated all who looked upon them. He was a stud, and he knew it.…

Nixie’s Brothel

The scenes play out before my eyes, as if time were merely a thinly veiled curtain.

The Madman of Gnoc Ker’dun

I shriek. I cackle. I nearly cry from the sheer hilarity of it all. My minions are doing their job well.