family
Phillips & Sanderson
Scott sat in his period three biology class and tapped his pen impatiently on the textbook in front of him. Tap tap tap, tap-tap taap, tap-tap taap. In his mind, he was picturing Darth Vader striding to the command center of the Imperial Death Star while the soundtrack played in time with the pen taps. None of his classmates had any idea of this, of course, and they shot dark looks at his annoying noises. He was oblivious until his friend Mark tossed an eraser in his face.
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Fiction
The Curse Of Wendigo
It was a typical Sunday night for the Taylor family. Mom, dad, and their two kids, Emma and Michael, had just finished dinner and were settling in for a quiet evening at home. But little did they know that their peaceful night was about to take a terrifying turn. It started with a strange noise coming from the basement. It sounded like something scratching against the walls, and it was getting louder by the minute. Dad, being the brave one, went down to investigate. He descended the stairs cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun around, but there was nothing there. He took a deep breath and continued towards the source of the noise. When he reached the basement door, he could hear something shuffling around on the other side. He pushed the door open slowly and peered inside. At first, he couldn't see anything. But then, out of the darkness, came a low growl. Dad froze, his eyes widening in fear. Then, he saw it. It was a creature unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was about the size of a large dog, with matted fur and glowing red eyes. Its teeth were razor-sharp, and it moved with lightning-fast speed. Dad backed away slowly, hoping to make it back up the stairs without alerting the creature. But it was too late. The monster had caught his scent, and it was coming for him. Dad sprinted up the stairs, his heart racing as he heard the creature's footsteps behind him. He burst through the door and slammed it shut, locking it behind him. "What's going on down there?" Mom asked, looking up from her book. Dad tried to catch his breath as he explained what he had seen. Mom's face paled, and the kids huddled together in fear. They spent the rest of the night barricading the doors and windows, hoping to keep the creature out. But it was no use. The monster was too strong, and it was determined to get inside. As the night wore on, the family could hear the creature scratching at the doors and windows, trying to break through. They could hear its low growls and snarls, and they knew that it was getting closer and closer. Just as they thought they were doomed, a loud bang echoed throughout the house. The family huddled together, too afraid to move. Then, they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The creature burst through the door, its eyes fixed on the family. But then, something strange happened. The creature paused, as if confused. Its eyes widened, and it took a step back. And then, just like that, it was gone. The family was left trembling with fear, unsure of what had just happened. They searched the house from top to bottom, but there was no sign of the monster. As they sat together in the living room, trying to make sense of what had just happened, they heard a knock at the door. Dad got up to answer it, his heart still racing. When he opened the door, he saw a man standing on the porch. He was dressed in a strange black suit, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dark. "Hello," the man said, his voice smooth and calm. "My name is Dr. Lewis. I'm with the National Security Agency, and I've been sent to investigate reports of strange creatures in the area." Dad was skeptical, but he let the man inside. Dr. Lewis explained that the creature the family had seen was a type of monster known as a wendigo, and that it had been terrorizing the area for weeks. He went on to explain that the wendigo was a supernatural creature, believed to be a product of Native American folklore. It was said to be a creature of hunger and cannibalism, and anyone who encountered it was said to be cursed. Dr. Lewis explained that the wendigo had likely been attracted to the house because of some residual energy or negative emotions in the area. He recommended that the family move out as soon as possible, and that they seek out a Native American shaman to cleanse the area. The family was shaken but relieved to have an explanation for what had happened. They quickly packed their belongings and left the house, never looking back. Years later, the Taylor family still talked about that terrifying night. They never forgot the creature that had invaded their home and the strange man who had come to investigate. But they also never forgot the feeling of safety and protection that came from leaving that cursed house behind. And though they may never fully understand what happened that night, they knew one thing for certain: they never wanted to encounter a wendigo again. …whooff, Hope I didn't surrender your heart on the basketball’s net? Lol My sister's heart sank into the bottom of her shoes on her part while proofreading, hahaha lol. Thanks for taking the time to read my underestimated story. Don't forget to subscribe for more, friends.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Fiction
The Foster Parents. Content Warning.
Eddie was sat on his own, waiting. He didn't like living here. He didn't want to go back where he came from either. When he watched TV, he saw families and they were always really smiley, eating tasty food and their houses looked nice. It was a fantasy world. He dreamed of being part of that some day. He'd never known a life like that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Surrounded by Love. Content Warning.
It had been weeks now since they had split and Milly was feeling the pain of it still. She had felt like this was it: The One. She had allowed her imagination to drift into shared space, weddings, family dinners. She had finally thought that she was part of a collective: Milly and Mark. The alliteration even had a nice feel, like they belonged together.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Mother Buffer
"Mum, can I stay in town after school? Me and my mates are going to play football on the field for a bit." Jo thought about this. They were going away the next day which meant that she had packing to do and she really ought to make sure that all of the washing was done. Dinner, of course, needed to be cooked and then the washing up and the loading of the dishwasher. They had run out of milk so she had get that. She could really do with going home and getting on with things. She would leave work for school pick up and then it wouldn't be worth her going home because by the time she'd got home, she'd need to leave again. She'd be best to just hang around town and kill some time. Time that she didn't have. She supposed at least she would be able to get the milk from the supermarket on the main street. If she remembered. It might be nice to have a moment to herself although as she was thinking it, she knew that she would rather have that moment after everything that needed to be done was done. It would just be delaying the inevitable hurried rushing that awaited her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
death at my hands will be a mercy
Grimelda had lost many people in her life, but never a daughter. Humans might have said Malia’s grave was beautiful, her big tombstone at the head of it, smoothed over with fresh mud and colorful flower petals. To Grimelda, it was repulsive. But she knew that a human gravesite, crawling with bugs and rotting with flesh, was where Malia would’ve wished to be. This was where she chose to live, Grimelda reminded herself constantly, long fingers twitching. This was where she was happiest.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
