Lindsey Soliday
Stories (5/0)
The Boy in Room 311
The boy woke up in the dark, and at first he was afraid. Images from his nightmares lingered; bad things, horrible things, things that made him shake and shiver. As the shadows became familiar, he calmed down. He knew where he was; his quiet dark hotel room. Room 311.
By Lindsey Soliday2 years ago in Fiction
The Parcel
One downside to living in such a rural location was that their nearest neighbors were a good couple miles away, much farther than a malnourished twelve year old can run in the rain before even the slowest of motor vehicles would catch up with him. Layken Page Walker didn’t much meat left on his bones and Uncle Harvey’s car was by no means the slowest in the area. Laytken didn’t make it all that far from home before Uncle Harvey came after him. Uncle Harvey stopped the car, lumbered out, and launched himself at Layken. They both went down in the mud with a gooey splat.
By Lindsey Soliday3 years ago in Families
The Boy
Rainy days were chocolate cake days. That was why it was important to always have a box of cake mix in the pantry. He used to stand on his toes to watch his mother bake, waiting for the all-important moment when she needed him to lick the bowl clean. Thirty minutes in the oven, and--hey, presto!--warm decadent chocolate cake was being sliced and plated.
By Lindsey Soliday3 years ago in Families
The Lost Boys
Danny only pulled the locket out at night. He slept with it cupped in his hands, pressed to his chest. It was the only thing he had from his old life. Before the Pandemic took his mother and the bad men raided their caravan and stole him from his father.
By Lindsey Soliday3 years ago in Futurism