“I really despise this couch. Everything about it. You need to get a new one, or I’ll stop coming to these little chats.” “Focus, Daniella,” the therapist’s voice is low and colorless, like a forced kind of calming. “You were going to tell me about that n...
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Mom screams. Short and piercing like she’s just stumbled across something startling. Her shriek comes from downstairs. ‘Sounds like she’s in the kitchen but why is she awake and out of bed at this hour?’ She screams again, calling my name. ‘She needs me.’...
The Shadow in the House
Not everything is merely a figment of imagination.We had moved, thousands of miles away. Dad claimed it was a job transfer, but I knew the real reason. I knew it was because of the shadow in the house. At first, my parents didn’t believe me. Said I was just hearing things; all in my head. Then, out of t...
There’s a girl who I frequently see on my street. Each morning for the past week or so, I watch from the living room window of my lower east side home as she passes by. It’s usually at the same time and she is always dressed neatly; a valid assumption tha...
Darla Dressel
This is a story about a bank robbery. Check it out.Downtown Los Angeles To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. They could see she was visibly nervous, understandably so, as were the other four people outside still waiting to be interviewed. ...
The Girl With More Than One Name
Sometimes you need to get lost in order to be found.Charlotte Hale hated that she had to gather wild berries. It wasn’t that gathering wild berries was hard. It was that gathering them was not hard and at sixteen, she felt like it was demeaning. Her eight-year-old stepbrother, Albert, was perfectly capable...
The Visitant
Who (or what) is in Halston's field?The call came in over the scanner that sat on the corner of Sheriff Rockwell’s desk. It was a little after 2 AM. “Tank...this is Sam…you got a copy?” Sheriff Tank Rockwell pushed back in his chair. Thick hands were folded over the perfectly bulbous belly...
It was Thursday, early morning in mid-July, opening day of the Lake Arrowhead county fair. Dana MacMurchy sprang from her bed with an enthusiasm equivalent to that of a child on Christmas morning. She was up and dressed so quickly one might have thought s...
She wakes with a startle, groggy as if hungover from some overindulging celebration. Though, it isn’t liquor that has her brain so foggy. Fumbling for her pen and pad—now kept diligently on the bedside table—she begins to scribble, no time to even compos...
In The Midst Of Chaos
One single moment is all it takes.It was a day Lincoln High School would never forget. Thirty-five white mice with beady-red eyes scurrying the halls like inmates set free in a jailbreak. Susie had never told any of us her plan. Maybe that was because it wasn’t a plan, per se. She just go...
Breezes usher in on an orchestrated serenade of autumn. It enters cool and sedated, as subtle as the high notes of a summer song. Where once the raucous of beach-laughter and jubilant screams blended with crashing surf, they now trail off, dissipating int...
The power company needed the dam. At least that was what the newspapers had reported. The town was soon abandoned, cemeteries relocated, schools and churches gutted, stores emptied. It would take almost three weeks to fully submerge. She woke slowly. Her...
My Puddle Duck
When life gives you puddles, sometimes you just need to play in them.Some say only ducks truly enjoy the rain. They obviously have not met Kerstin. “You’re stark-raving mad, you know that?” I call out to her from the bungalow’s front porch. “We haven’t seen the sun for three days. These puddles may very well be my only c...