Vincent P. Terry
Bio
My thoughts, dreams, and experiences as a story. Mainly true, with a twist of fiction to give my writing color and excitement.
Stories (5/0)
The Runaway Train
First edit edition I just can't begin to imagine how my New Year's was going to be normal, festive, and jovial, after my wife of twenty years, died in my arms, from a massive brain aneurysm. This was our date night-how could she do this to me? No, it was sudden. She knew that smoking a pack of cigarettes a day would eventually kill her. She laughed about it sometimes. But, she couldn't quit. She didn't want to quit. Even until her last breath, when she began coughing uncontrollably, and was trying to fight it off like so many times before, she was looking at me, gasping for air and asking in between each break of a cough: "ugh... baay-by"? "ugh, ugh," where are my cigarettes? "Mmmm," was the sound of her clearing her throat. She thought that lighting up a fresh smoke was the reason the coughing would stop. But, we both knew that was wrong. She had admitted it to me. And, I was in something of denial-this was my wife, my partner in crime.
By Vincent P. Terry2 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Gloom War Memorial
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window..." Our ghost chasing team and myself, had finally made the journey all the way from the UC Berkeley campus in Berkeley, California, to one the oldest known war memorial sites in the United States. Hell's Gloom, located in the backwoods of West Virginia, was one of those forgotten places, in our wartime history, where the Confederate Soldiers and the Union boys went to battle in a fierce exchange of guns, knives, and bombs. The conference was supposed to end the Civil War, but in a brief moment of frustration, and a heated exchange of words from both sides, a couple of shoves and blows from closed fits, lead to gunfire and a vast count of dead bodies.
By Vincent P. Terry2 years ago in Fiction
