Samantha Rusk
Bio
If only I’d write consistently, amirite?
Stories (9/0)
Good Directions
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Okay, enough of that,” Jenny stabbed at her car display screen as she buzzed down the empty road. It always amazed her how quickly it felt like the middle of nowhere after leaving the city, good fuckin way to get killed, she thought as the podcast lingered in her mind. True Crime podcasts were her thing, ‘nap, snacks, and true crime podcasts,’ she had it on a t-shirt, but she’d had an eerie feeling about this assignment since she was rushed into the car. Dan, the news station manager, had sprung this assignment on her last minute and the information he provided was vague. He had told her she was the first and only person he was giving this one to since he thought it could be breaking news. So Jenny had rushed from the station without going through her usual road trip/investigation prep routine. She had even forgotten her car phone charger which she had let Dan borrow earlier that day. She turned on the radio instead of continuing to make her skin crawl with the battery draining podcast.
By Samantha Rusk 2 years ago in Horror
Frozen Hearts
Erin, geared with a thermos of hot chocolate, walked through the snow toward her favorite spot in the world. The cool air felt like a balm to her heated emotions. Her brain had been boiling with frustration and disappointment for days and she had been on the verge of bursting before she decided to head out into the wintry mix. The incoming storm was forecast to bring intense winds and a fresh, burying layer of snow so it seemed best to get out for a bit now. She loved her cabin, and she loved the pond she was moving through the snow to, but she was not supposed to be there, alone, this weekend.
By Samantha Rusk 3 years ago in Fiction
How Can I Help You?
Nella Nella Jones had been thinking about relocating, yet again, for some time, the commute to work was hell, but then her employer made the decision to transition to remote work. There were a lot of opinions on the matter, but Nella was happy about the decision. She could mindlessly offer ‘How can I help you?’ customer service for debit cards from anywhere, so why not have no answers and apologize to grumbling clients from home rather than an office.
By Samantha Rusk 3 years ago in Horror
Let Him Eat Cake
My wine glass tipped over on the bath mat as I shifted further into the tub. It was of no matter, the glass had been emptied long ago, a forgotten middle man in my quest toward oblivion. I swam in tulle, lace, and sorrowful anger rather than water. A lavender soak would probably be good for me right now, but I did not want to be calm yet. My cheeks were streaked with remnants of tears and part of me hoped my childhood fear of being sucked down the drain would come true. The mopey, clichéd beginning of a rom-com…or more likely my villainous origin story, the beginnings of unfettered horror brought upon any cheating husband I were to come across. Mine would be first, of course.
By Samantha Rusk 3 years ago in Humans