He should have known he'd one day regret living at the bottom of a hill. He couldn’t remember why he’d once thought that would be such a great idea, but back then he’d loved it. Everyone walked past his garden. Always waved, friendly or otherwise. He could sit by his gate, watch them all day … Continue reading A for Avalanche
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Torn Apart
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. She buckled and sank to the ground. She didn’t think she was going to last much longer. How could you live through your worst nightmare day after day? She shut her eyes, hoping to block out the memory. The sudden smell caught … Continue reading Torn Apart
Out of Focus
She blinked. The porch steps were moving in front of her. Swaying in the rain. She blinked again. She couldn’t see far beyond the steps. The rain and darkness obscured her view. Even so, she didn’t think she’d be able to see well otherwise. Her hand gripped the door until her knuckles turned white. She … Continue reading Out of Focus
Anniversary
A smile tugged at her lips as she took a step closer. “This is adorable,” she said, her voice hushed. It was their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t thought he’d even remember. She took another step closer, the field of flowers spreading out in front of her. It was one of a kind. “Just for you,” … Continue reading Anniversary
Playing With Fire
“I can’t believe we’re finally twenty-one,” she said softly. I shook my head mutely. It had been a long wait. I looked over at her, about to smile at her, but something caught my eye. Her face was caught in the flame of her sparkler. She looked mesmerized. “Mia?” She stared at the flame for … Continue reading Playing With Fire
Numb
Her head was spinning. Her knees felt like jelly and she could barely stand. She was still panting from running. She couldn’t believe it. All those late nights and whispered thoughts. He’d been the only one she’d ever trusted. The only one she thought deserved to know the whole story. She still remembered his ragged … Continue reading Numb
“A lie was like a dead coyote. The longer you leave it, the more it smells.” -Anthony Horowitz, Moriarty
Proud to be Reader’s Choice of October!
Let the Games Begin Reader Margaret Gallop said: A nervy description of feelings with a menacing ending. 3am. She couldn’t remember what had woken her.She sat up. Just a bad dream? She strained her ears. No, there was a siren in the distance. She was about to growl at the injustice of life and go back … Continue reading Proud to be Reader’s Choice of October!
Gone
He bent down on the wooden planks, his old bones creaking as he leaned towards the shoes. The material was a faded grey, washed far too many times. He remembered wanting to throw them out. He almost had, he remembered smiling. But then she’d begged him. Pleaded with her wide emerald green eyes that he … Continue reading Gone
Darkness
She could only see the soft glow of the lantern ahead of her. It was disquieting. She’d always loved the darkness, but tonight it felt unsettling. Fear of the dark was one of the most widespread fears, she remembered reading once. As she hurriedly moved along the street, her hoodie pulled tightly around her body, … Continue reading Darkness
