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Thin Ice
Whompf! Splat, Marcellus took a massive snowball to the face. "What are YOU doing here, Mar-ceeel-luss?" He looked at Jon Price and shrugged his massive shoulders as he wiped the wet snow from his face. They both knew Jon wasn't talking about Sherman's Hill; he was talking about Clyburn. Marcellus was born in Minneapolis, so he didn't belong here. If his parents hadn’t both contacted Covid and died last year, he wouldn't be here at all. But this is where the social worker sent him when she could not find a relative willing to take him in. He didn't hold it against his relatives; they all had large families to supply, and one more mouth would have been way too much for them.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Dust Bunny
The Brockton boys, 10-year-old Killian and 9-year-old Kieran were mean little spoiled snots. Their mother thought they could do no wrong and their father just didn't give a lick as long as they didn't interrupt his sitcoms. Both sets of grandparents competed on who could buy them the best, newest, hottest, trendiest, most expensive gifts they could find for the boys. Between these six adults, they created two of the biggest Holy Terrors to ever live in the little township of Billsville.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Kingsley Library
Life was getting stale. Nothing seemed to be going right since Les left me. The apartment was too quiet and depressing. Shopping for one seemed a waste of time and eating out alone was uncomfortable, therefore I had lost 15 pounds I didn't need to lose. Worst of all, I'd lost complete interest in my job at Alderman's Advertising and the promotion to corporate that I had so been looking forward to before, past me right on by, and I seriously didn't even care that it was given to the egotistical Dave Flips.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Mist and Smoke
Riding home on the bus tonight, I felt his eyes on me. I knew it was him, even before I glanced around the seats at my fellow passengers. Seeing him sitting on the little old woman's lap 4 benches back was no surprise. I wasn't even surprised that she was seemingly unaware of his weight on her legs. Nothing this black abomination did surprised me anymore.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Horror