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The iron safe was left empty and dry A wealthy old grandfather told a lie Carmen had sworn that he did not steal The courts were paid gold to believe it was real He was only 17 when they locked the door They left him to die on the cold hard floor With his last breath, a wicked curse he made An evil blood debt, forever to be paid The elders laughed, they did not care But something lurked…
*Another converted poem* Tear drops trickle down pale skin from wide brown eyes as her lips quiver feeling the impending storm that appeared to be hovering over the horizon. Her body shudders as if it was possessed, each slow step forward felt more and more chaotic. With slow trembling hands she reached out into the darkness that seemed to envelop everything around her covering everything in wh…
*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…