Tiny Tales of Terror
Obsessed with writing. Trying to make it as a writer and accounting student, a mom, living on my own for the first time. Crazy on top of everything else. Thanks for reading!
Evelyn's New Friend
Evelyn’s childhood had been of good standing and more than full of great memories and good things. She was a happy kid to say the least. Her parents were pleased with the daughter they had and she was more than comfortable with the life she was living. Young as she was, she knew her life was better than most others. She had no complaints aside from those which were normal for a young child.
Dystopian Utopia 1
They did basically the same things as they had done before everything had happened. It was almost like the world had not changed in its entirety. Kind of like society had not been flipped on its head. If you were a certain type of person in a certain type of profession before the Revelation, you were that kind of person with that kind of job after, with very few exceptions.
The lure was a small, even for her age, child named Annabelle. A blue vein was visible through the thin blue skin of her forehead. Her eyes, though wide awake, were bloodshot with irises as black as a void. The child’s smile was much to big for her sunken face and was filled with yellowing teeth seated in swollen gums. Her lips only cracked further as she smiled at the oncoming headlights before remembering to control her features. She was still young and filled with the childish glee that came from misbehaving.
Ray knew he was going to fuck this up. He knew there was no right answer and there was nothing he could do to stop the terrible things that were about to happen. All he wanted to do was save the woman he loved, but he needed to think of the baby, too. She would want him to save the baby but he was so attached to his wife that he wouldn’t know what to do without her. On top of that, what was he going to do with a baby all by himself? But this is what she would want. She would want him to choose their newborn little girl over her and he had to make that choice for his wife, as her final wish, no matter how badly it was going to hurt his daughter and himself later in life. It’s what she would have wanted.
House of Terror
One of the worst things I deal with is insomnia, but worse than that are the nightmares that sometimes plague me when things start to go wrong in my life. The most terrible ones are the ones that happen when I have caffeine before I go to bed and I try to sleep when I know I shouldn’t. tThose dreams leave my skin crawling, my head itching, my heart racing, and my eyes bloodshot for the next two days. I’m going to tell you what happened with the most recent one.
The Cabin, Pt. 2
The teens were stuck out in the woods and the sun was going down. The chill in the air had a bite to it that got clear down to your bone. The others were watching them from the tree line and were getting closer and the clouds moved in on the moonlight, taking it away from the terrified kids inch by excruciating inch. The door had a lock but it did not work and they were loath to let the others know that they had noticed that. The teenage girls thought it was a better idea to let the creeps outside think they had the upper hand in the situation.
Things I’ve learned in adulthood: always check the label for things you’re allergic to, just because your internet is supposed to turn on one day doesn’t mean it will until someone comes out and does it late as hell, sometimes cats don’t get alone (and it takes FOREVER to get them to), and teenagers are always loud as hell until they’re asleep. They also then want to make sure the house is completely silent when they want to sleep and they absolutely will be grumpy and rude until they get their precious silence, but as long as the sun is up, they’re going to be loud and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I have also learned that if you want the chores done, you’re going to have to do them yourself almost every single time. Teenagers are not good at both starting chores and actually finishing them. Some of them are, and some of them are in a better mood about doing them, but for the most part, those chores will get done when you suddenly turn into a ‘Karen’ or ‘mom’ and make them do it and then they’re going to be mad at you all over again.
You would think that living on my own would have been something I wanted but I guess it wasn’t. Part of me still wants to, just to see what it would be like, but I didn’t end up living alone and I’m okay with that. I just wish sometimes that it were a little more quiet than it is, but the house is full and it’s happy and I think that was what I was looking for the entire time. I think I was just looking to be in a place where everything wasn’t always a mess and where things were not always wrong all the time for no reason. I think I missed being in a place that was happy and now that I am here, I didn’t realize how much I wanted this in my life again.
He was a sad man and he missed his family. There had been six of them altogether as a group. His wife, himself, and their four beautiful children. They were gone now, and that was killing him slowly, especially when this song came on the radio. It was his wife’s favorite in her time here on earth.
The Cabin, Pt. 1
They were unsure of what they were going to do while stuck out in the middle of nowhere in a cabin with no power and no light. The sun would be going down soon and there was nothing that could be done. There weren’t even any matches to light something on fire for warmth. They were just teenagers and they were terrified. They weren’t even sure how they got here in the first place.
A Walk, Kabby
Abby had been sober for just over three months now, ever since the night in the bunker when things had gone wild and she and Marcus had been cuffed to a pipe. She knew that it was the right thing to do, to get sober, after Marcus had been forced to watch her go through withdrawal for hours. That was the difficult part anyway. She might as well have stayed clean after that anyway.