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*I changed a bit of the story from before* A cruel smile crossed his lips as his words hit her like a slap in the face. It had become so routine that he never thought it would ever change. He left her standing there in the kitchen as he headed up to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He climbed into bed and waited because he knew she would eventually follow him and beg to be forgiven or s…
*poem converted to a short story* The faded green dress that once clung flawlessly to the curve of her flesh now hung in tatters. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled to catch her breath, pale blue eyes darted from side to side. Occasionally she peered over her left shoulder knowing something was following her but she was afraid that she might actually see someone or something. What was…
It was just another typical night for Mark. He was a dispatcher for their small urban community and he had been at his job for a few years and really seemed to enjoy the work. It had its moments but he was always happy to help others who were in need when no one else was there for them. It was just another typical Sunday night, lots of emergency calls mixed with drinking coffee that should have b…
Agatha had a passion for collecting antique dolls. Well most that knew of her would say it was more like an obsession and they would call her the strange doll lady whenever they passed by her house or saw her walking down the street. Agatha was about 60 years old, always wore a pale blue dress that hung below her knees, a white shawl with grey hair pulled back into a bun. No one really knows what…
Carl and Angela were brimming with excitement as the deal closed on the historic house that had been on the market for years. They had managed to get it for such a low price, and no one tried to fight them on their offer. It was a beautiful Victorian-style home with a wrap-around porch, endless overgrown flowerbeds, peeling paint, and crooked shutters, but the foundation was strong—which is what…
i want to make something clear for anyone who might question my writing...I do NOT use AI to write my stories, I like to think I am more than capable of putting words on paper without needing technology to hold my hand. Having said all that, I wrote this blog to let those who might not read profiles or blogs very often. I have been writing fictional paranormal creepy types of short stories var…