Brittany Mitchell
Stories (46/0)
Flight of the Blue Jay: Hunting for the Killer
A few years have passed, black pants, and blue blouse hugging my hourglass figure. My hair was pulled into a severe bun, my lips painted. The morning sun illuminated my degrees, mainly in forensic psychology. My real life experience made me want to stop another person from doing that again. My office looked bare, white walls and a beat desk in front of me. A knock woke me up out of my trance, a handsome detective walking in. His dark hair was slicked back, gray stubble dotted his chin. His blue suit clung to his body, a yellow file in his hands.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Blue Moonlight Part Two: One Turns to Two
“Who is she?” I queried, my eyes squinting in her direction. “How does she know me?” My fist clenched tightly, red flames forming around my hand. Her head tilted to the left, her pointed tongue licking her blue lips. Her blue eyes glittered excitedly, evil laughter tumbling from her lips.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Blue Jay
Did I do it? That is the strange question running through my mind. Rain drizzled on the stained glass window in front of me. My fingers traced the outline of the blue jay, wishing I could be free from the uncertainty. The stairs behind me creaked, making me jump out of my skin.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Feather of Hope
The yellow moon bathed the waving wheat field in front of me, stars twinkling above me. A goofy scarecrow smiled back at me, a barn owl staring into my copper eyes. White spots dotted his light brown feathers. A soft hoot rang out in the night, his wings fluttering away in a blur.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Moonlight: The Awakening
A small beam of yellow illuminated the tunnels ahead, a lump forming in my throat. Musty cold air nipped at my skin, Johnny beaming next to me. Stupidly, he had convinced me to venture with him into the underground tunnels of my forest. Perhaps it was my tiny little crush that forced me into this situation. My black tights clung to my long leg, a black lace rockabilly dress hugging my hourglass figure. Stale water dripped onto my worn combat boots, the decaying rock crunching underneath my boots. Breathing deeply, my trembling fingers twisted my long black wavy hair into a side braid. My emerald green eyes searched desperately in the darkness ahead of me.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Wedding March of Fright
A murder of crows gathered outside my window, loudly cawing. The still night air nipped at my pale skin, the emerald silk of my dress feeling soft against my skin. An icy breeze blew up the a-line skirt of my dress, the sweetheart neckline hugging my ample chest. Yellow moonlight bathed the sparkling snow, stars twinkling in the inky black sky. A pinch alerted me, a long needle sliding into my skin. Echoes of my slowing breath rang in my ears, my feet losing their sturdy footing. White floral walls spun around me, the dark hardwood floor feeling slippery underneath my worn black boots. Darkness swallowed me alive, eating my fear.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Ten Steps, Part Two: Ten minutes to Freedom
Ding! My worn black cell phone vibrated aggressively, jerking me from my holiday slumber. My fingers still ached from the hours of chocolate making, probably lacking fingerprints at this point. The red silk of my Mrs. Claus' outfit was soft against my slightly dry skin. Jon texted me saying that he is ten minutes away. Giggling to myself, I just couldn’t wait to surprise him. Looking in the wooden antique mirror in my bedroom, my trembling fingers fiddled with my braided hair.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Pine Tree Camp Part Three: A Family Affair
Red silky ribbons cut into my sore wrists, Todd was snoring next to me. Darkness covered us like a blanket, except for a single spotlight. A damn crook had found us in the middle of the night. My mind had a decent idea who it was. Todd jerked awake whacking his head on the metal pole behind us.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Not a Doll
“Damn it!” I shouted, rattling the steel cage around me. “Let me out damn it!” The cold metal handcuffs cut into my wrists, red marks forming on my pale skin. Only a black lacy bra and dusty underwear covered my hourglass figure. Snarls tangled my long purple wavy hair, my copper eyes stinging from the bright light of a single headlight. A red light blinked back at me, telling me that I was being watched. Terror widened my eyes as a deep gruff voice rang in my ears.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Ten steps
Ten steps, he was ten steps behind me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10, each step ringing eerily through my empty house. Horror widened my eyes, noting that he took all of my knives. Shit, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding as hard as the migraine that sent me to bed earlier that evening. A shadow of a man darted across my view, hiding in the darkest corner of the house. Almost as if he was waiting for me to come out, and make it easier for him to kill me. Not long from now Keith Morrison would be describing my crime, and sharing the same two pictures. My parents would mumble some generic crap about how I was a good person who would be missed. The irony is that they hadn’t spoken to me for years, letting the crocodile tears fall as if they knew me.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
Pine Tree Camp Part Two: Dying for Revenge
Soft violin music floated into the office of Dryer’s and Family’s Funeral Home. The bell clanged loudly downstairs breaking me out of my exhausted trance. Sleep decided to evade my mind, punishing me living with my dead room mate for two freaking months. Weirdly enough, the apartment burned down the night after she was found, forcing Todd, and I to live at my parent’s funeral home. It was the only one in town, so business was great. Nervously, my slender fingers tugged at the bottom of my black sweater dress. A gray blazer was the only thing keeping me warm. My hair was twisted into a side bun. The bell rang again, nearly making me jump out of my skin. My boots clicked against the black and white diamond floors to the back door where the bodies entered their final day at the spa.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror
The Rabbit Hunts for her Fox at Night
A soft summer breeze blew my purple sundress as the solar eclipse began, darkening the world around me. My copper eyes blinked once, my normal world of a hot sticky summer day dissolved to a forest of dead twisted trees. Strange fog drifted up trying to reach the fingers of the branches. A murder of crows gathered in front of me, beady black eyes staring back at mine. Dew clung desperately to the dead brown grass beneath my worn black flats. Winter-like breezes nipped at my pale skin.
By Brittany Mitchell2 years ago in Horror