Xenia Headley
Stories (6/0)
No One Will Love You
"No One will ever love like I do. You're lucky to even have me." He bent over and hollered at me as I crouched down against the wall covering my head, praying he wouldn't hit me again. I could feel a painful lump forming on my head in the spot where he decked me with the current hard cover book I had been reading at the time of this particular attack.
By Xenia Headley3 years ago in Humans
Invitation
Invitation Jessica had invited the boy next door over. He had just moved in. He hadn’t even finished unpacking yet and there they were, sitting on her couch together. She had gotten comfortable in a pair of short, short shorts and a skimpy tank top with no bra underneath. The top hugged tight against her skin, revealing hard nipples on firm breasts.
By Xenia Headley4 years ago in Filthy
Strangers In The Dark
Strangers in the Dark Alison saw him across from the fire. Her friend had invited him, she smiled at him each time he made eye-contact with her. Running a hand through her blondish hair, her blue eyes focused on his. She stood up from the bench and made her way over to him through the crowd of people. She wore a short jean skirt and a halter top that was a little too short for her.
By Xenia Headley4 years ago in Filthy
Forest Of The Dead
Chapter One Jimmy sat on the tailgate of his old beat up, rusted, red 72 Chevy pickup while he waited for his co-worker, Nolan, to show up for their regular 6:30 a.m. shift. He had already retrieved the tools from the garden shed they would need to tend to the Forest of Memories and the tools leaned clumsily against the tailgate beside Jimmy. Although it was a fairly mild winter and all the snow had already melted, the early morning mid-April air still carried a bit of a bite and Jimmy’s breathe escaped in small puffs of steamy air. He looked down at his watch and saw it was now 6:40. “Good ole Nolan, late as usual.” He mumbled to himself with a small matter of fact chuckle as he looked up to see the sun making its way up over the horizon. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath letting the cool crisp air fill his lungs. Nolan was typically a little late and although Jimmy razzed him about it regularly, Jimmy never really minded and always punched Nolan’s time card along with his own. Truth be told, he enjoyed the extra time to himself so early in the morning with the fresh air accompanied by a fresh cup of coffee. The air always seemed refreshing at this time of day and, the quiet…. Oh, the peace and quiet, with nothing but the sounds of the forest, the birds chirping and the dry leaves rustling on the ground with the small bursts of wind. It was just what he needed before the start of what usually turned out to be a long, hard workday.
By Xenia Headley4 years ago in Horror
Ozranis
Ozranis the Soul Thief Flash Fiction by Xenia Headley The wretched smell of stale piss and putrid rotting garbage filled Ozranis’s nose. His nostrils flared as he inhaled not only the scent of the dingy alleyway but, the rancid smell of the homeless that occupied it as well. Following his nose like a hunting dog would, he rounded the corner of a decaying brick building and walked confidently into the alley with his trench coat flapping gently in the breeze. There, standing over a large metal barrel filled with flames, were three men and two women. They all wore tattered rags for clothes and dirty toques pulled down low in an attempt to keep themselves warm from the bitter winter cold and the bite of the winter winds. Ozranis neared closer and the chatter amongst the homeless stopped as the five turned to stare directly at the man wearing all black who dared to enter their territory. This was their alley and everyone around knew to stay away unless invited as they ran the streets.
By Xenia Headley4 years ago in Horror
The Weeping Willow
I awoke to the feel of a gentle caressing touch on my upper back from what felt like tiny and incredibly cold fingertips. It took me a second to pull myself out of the deep sleep I had been in due to the overpowering sleeping pill I had taken only a short few hours ago. As I let my eyes adjust to the dark and regain focus again, I felt those tiny cold fingers glide across my bare shoulder again. I realized my sweet little four-year-old daughter, Tracey, must be up and trying to get my attention.
By Xenia Headley5 years ago in Horror