Ben Shepherd
Bio
Eternal optimist and chocoholic. As the world becomes an ever-scarier place, I've found writing to be a more economical (and healthier) coping option than chocolate.
Stories (13/0)
Hot Dog Heist
"Now!" Chief barked as the hot dog vendor unlatched the food cart's small door. The team sprang into action. Chief and Stumpy casually approached the area, each stopping at their checkpoints to wait for the signal. Runt nonchalantly sauntered over to the hot dog stand and stood behind a family that was waiting in line.
By Ben Shepherd4 months ago in Fiction
Gila Monster Moccasins
What a wonderful breakfast, the Gila monster thought as he dug up the last egg buried near the water's edge. Not wanting to risk losing any of its precious contents, he centered the egg in his mouth before chomping down. It had been too long since he had enjoyed turtle eggs.
By Ben Shepherd7 months ago in Fiction
Wall Wisdom
If walls could talk, we would share our wisdom with humanity. We watch humans live, laugh, cry, suffer, love, and die. Though not human, we understand much of what it means to be alive. I could fill volumes with what I’ve discovered, but knowing how easily humans bore, will only touch on a few experiences.
By Ben Shepherd8 months ago in Humans
The Package
The alert of someone approaching my doorstep was a welcome distraction from the daily grind. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I wondered who it could be. Maybe the Girl Scouts were selling cookies. As I picked up my phone to look out the door, the taste and smell of Thin Mints threatened to overwhelm me. An image of a drone flying away from the front door pulled me out of my chocoholic reverie.
By Ben Shepherd10 months ago in Fiction
Far Side of the Moon
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the Bose audio system in my helmet transmitted my panic attack perfectly for everyone at Base Camp and Mission Control to hear. (Not to mention anyone back on Earth who might be live streaming.) Fortunately, only Mission Control would be notified that I had also just wet myself.
By Ben Shepherdabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardian of the Innocent
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Mr. York was not surprised to see the light. For the last several minutes he had felt drawn to the area and figured it had something to do with the cabin. Still a few hundred feet in the distance, he wondered what he’d find inside.
By Ben Shepherdabout a year ago in Horror
