Darby S. Fisher
Bio
Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.
Adventure fantasy: Skeletons: Book One
Horror fantasy: Lonely Forest
Stories (29/0)
- Top Story - April 2023
Late Night Gnats
Bzz… Bzz… Dooo “Hey! How are you? I’m doing good; I’m okay. Did I tell you that Mrs. Diane invited me to her New Year’s party? Yeah, I was surprised, honestly. I didn’t know she held New Year’s parties. Well, I hadn’t seen her in like… a year? So, I went. I know, very out of character for me, but I figured that I might as well. Like you said, if you always say no, then people will stop inviting you to things, and I don’t want her thinking that I hate her or something. I don’t really hate anyone; I just really like my house.
By Darby S. Fisherabout a year ago in Fiction
Mallory's Baby
I woke to the gentle rumble of a car flying down the highway. A 90s pop song whispered from the radio. My eyelids felt like they had been taped closed and the sticky adhesive still clung to my lashes. I wiped the sleep off my face as I looked at the blue lights of the clock.
By Darby S. Fisherabout a year ago in Horror
Who Knows.
Knock knock I sat up. Across the room, the blue lights of the clock showed the time. My eyes ached at the sight of the number. Three o’clock in the morning was not even close to being an acceptable time to wake up. I dropped my head back to my pillow and struggled to sleep.
By Darby S. Fisher2 years ago in Horror
How One Became Three
When I was a child, too young to remember much, my mom put my older brother and I in the car and took us to a stranger's house. We went to the back porch and I sat on cool, smooth concrete. Then, puppies came out. We left that stranger's house with one of those puppies. He sat in a box in the backseat, belted in, as we talked about names.
By Darby S. Fisher2 years ago in Petlife
- Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge