Amy Lynn Jenkins
I am a novice writer just looking for a place to get feedback!
Glow Like Stars
I remember it like it was yesterday. The Explore Mars Initiative Team (E.M.I.T.) returned from their eighteen month explorative journey. Reports about their mission were kept quiet after the third month into their return trip; no one knew why. It wasn’t until they landed, that even the International Council for Extra Terrestrial Exploration and Adaptation (I.C.E.T.E.A.) knew what happened. By then it was too late. I could expand on the should’of, could’of, would’of scenarios, but I won’t. That won’t change anything now. I could tell you how panicked everyone was, how angry the world became about the decisions that were made, but that does nothing to help anyone right now. Right now I’m telling you our story, to preserve history I suppose, to tell you how we did it; how we survived.
This was a difficult night for Shawna, probably the worst one she had in a long time. She reminded herself to breathe in slow, deliberately timed breaths yet her hand still shook as she poured the hot water into the cup with the teabag. She knew she would not fall asleep again, so to the couch she went to sit. That was all she wanted to do; just sit in the stillness and quiet for as long as she could. Katie was gone for the night, Shawna was sure of it.
Shawna bolted up in bed, then turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand, “Thank god it was a dream,” she exhaled in relief. Sensing the urge, she got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. On the floor, she saw towels covered in blood. She began to panic. Then she looked at the sink which was also covered in blood. Shawna began to freak out, “No, no, nooooo, NOOOOO!” she cried in hysterics as she slid to the bathroom floor and cradle herself, “it was a dream, it had to be a dream,” she sobbed. Then Shawna heard the laugh, quiet at first; it was Katie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. As Shawna looked up at her Katie’s laugh sounded more maniacal
You are nourishment to banks. The shifter of moods, The annoyance insomniacs . You are the rest for the sun, comfort for the fireplace,
Shawna was at the counter waiting for the barista to remake her drink. She was polite and honestly didn’t mind the mix-up, she understood what it was like to be the new guy. So, she waited patiently, not that she was in a rush to get back to her meeting with Susan. It took about three minutes for the latte to be remade, Shawna took her time walking up and taking it. Shawna let out a heavy sigh as she turned to walk back to her meeting.
The Empty Complex
It was September 16th, my senior year of Highschool. I remember that night well. I was 17 and my parents could not care less where I was or what I was doing. Not that I ever did anything bad, it was just nice to have freedom. Jessica invited me to sleep over her house; her parents were gone for the weekend. What she really wanted to do was visit one of the supposedly haunted places in our town. There were a lot of haunted places in Massachusetts, somehow three of them were located in our town. Tonight’s haunted hunt was at the empty apartment complex three blocks from her house. The complex wasn't really empty, it had been built after the old asylum had burned to the ground and now only covered half of the lot. The rumor was that from September through December you could see the ghosts of residents and the ghosts that haunted them walking through the sky where the old building for violent patients once stood. I didn't believe it myself.