You won't like this story... the main character is petty and vindictive, the good guy dies, and the plot revolves around one passive-aggressive toilet flush...
“She’s the child music prodigy you all know and love! Please, welcome to the stage… Open Markle!” The thunderous din from their clapping hands and the incredible brilliance of the bright stage lights tore at her nerves. As her anxiety began to rise, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
His finger squeezed the trigger. The feeling was at once familiar and alien. It had been so long, but not long enough to affect his aim. The shot rang true, as evidenced by the sound of ripping flesh and the iron-like scent of hot, fresh blood. A psychotic grin warped his weathered face. Time to… Continue reading The KISS Killer
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… Continue reading Abducted – pt 4
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.… Continue reading Abducted – pt 3
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… Continue reading Abducted – pt 2
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… Continue reading Mini-Series: Abducted – pt 1
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.… Continue reading Just an Experiment…
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… Continue reading The Professional
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… Continue reading First Love