Robb Hassell
Bio
I work as a ghost-writer and have written multiple screenplays. One was made into a short film that has won numerous awards on the film festival circuit, both nationally and internationally. Plus, I give my time to edit work for the deaf.
Stories (5/0)
The Occupant
The early morning sunlight filters softly through the dormer window that sits high on the eastern slope of the roof. It casts a dim light across the hayloft, illuminating the forgotten boxes and detritus of a time, long past. No hay has been stored here in ages and no foot has trod upon the dirty, wooden planks in as long a time. Laced with cobwebs, an old block and tackle hangs forgotten on the jamb of the hay doors. Dust has muted all color up here, as if one were viewing the scene through the sepia tones of ancient movies.
By Robb Hassell3 years ago in Fiction
The Pulse
I was instantly awake when I heard the creak of the stair leading up to the attic. Quickly I grabbed Sarah’s arm and put my hand over her mouth in case she made a sound. I put a finger to my lips and motioned with my head towards the door. Eyes wide, she glanced over my shoulder in the direction of the door, then slipped silently out of bed. I slid my hand under the pillow and grasped the comforting handle of the hammer. Laying there motionless I kept my hand hidden under the pillow, waiting. They were coming up the only way out so we were going to have to fight to get clear.
By Robb Hassell3 years ago in Fiction
Inadvertent Slip
Regrets – T’was the night before Christmas…I mean literally, it was the night before Christmas. Midnight Mass was being held at our church and I was again among the enthralled worshippers who felt obligated to attend the celebration. I guess it was to be expected of me as I sang tenor with the choir as well as played percussion, however unlike all the others attending, I wasn’t Catholic.
By Robb Hassell3 years ago in Confessions
