The Owl That Saved My Life
In the summer time if you lay in the fields you can see all the stars clearly in the sky. Jennifer loved to walk the fields at night as it was the only relaxation she had away from her daily hectic life. Every clear night she would grab a throw blanket and head to lay in the fields. As she walked past the barn and into the fields the air felt eerie and the atmosphere dark. As she continued to walk toward the fields she heard rustling behind her and stopped to listen. The rustling stopped so she continued walking. She placed her blanket down in the field and laid down peacefully.
I am chilling in my office after hours, ready for a long night ahead of me. It's snowing hard outside when I see through my office window a white owl across the street on the telephone line. It twists its neck and hoot, making it hard to stay focused. Distracting me from my duty, I wait patiently for the owl to leave the telephone pole across the street. Instead, for the next five minutes, it continues in the snowy night of my after-hours.
Rise of a Witness in the Dark
The vantage point from this particular tree limb provides an excellent purview of events. The perfect place to ascertain that the results were ostensibly foreseen the moment they all arrived. It never ends well when they meet like this.
Mystery's Circus: The Lost
Mystery’s Circus: The Frost Prologue Pt3: An Icy Bond Mystery: “Welcome back everyone! I hope you are as excited as I am to get back to the show! Strange that this is still the prologue, right? Well, there’s a good reason for that, but that reason isn’t important to explain right now. Don’t worry, this should be the last of the prologue…maybe. Depends on how long this next section is. In any case, let’s not waste any more time and get right back to the show! Enjoy! And yes, I know the title is a pun.”
A black and white television screen fills a young eleven year old boys eyes. Glued to the set he watched a scary monster grab a young woman taking her back to his lair. His heart was pounding, sweating in fear and at the edge of his seat while the men chase after the creature. The screen goes black.
Freed from the owl
“That incessant noise! Is it ever going to stop?”, said Boor as he treaded round the room in his fine silk pajamas, the last ones he had. He was living in an old abandoned house, that at some point in its long existence served as a barn, a chemical factory and many more. The building changed with every owner. Now, it was little more than a pile of rubbish. The attic was the only habitable place in the house, every other room has either been burned down or was locked up. “Every single night at the exact same hour, never letting me sleep. What is this? A mad house! A mad house, I tell you”. He opened the bleak-colored curtains with a forceful, almost aggressive tug. The ceiling beams creaked in response. No one was there to look back at him, save for the lonely pine on the hill. “I can’t believe this! Where are you hiding, you little rascal?”. Boor started pacing once again, in front of the small wooden window, rubbing his unshaved face. “Stop! Just stop already!”, he shouted while grabbing a fistful of cloth from the curtains. His bloodshot eyes scanned the grounds outside in hope for a giveaway on the sound’s whereabouts. It sounded like an owl, but there were none to be seen out there. The sound creeped him out, making the hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. This wasn’t his first night and still, the sound was too much to bear. It moved his marrow, shook his bones, twisted his insides.
Startled at the sudden commotion Owen grabbed for the lamp, raising it up high to better see the intruder. Was that an owl up there that had startled him so? Just a damned old barn owl? As the creatures will, it had found a high, unnoticed hole where time, weather, and woodpeckers had worn away at the rough-board siding. The nosy thing had rustled it’s feathers through the tiny opening and then secreted itself away into the highest, deepest-dark rafters. Only the gleaming eyes of it were left to see, the rest having faded magically into the shadows. The dimness of the lantern's light reflected back down from those eyes sluggishly, as distant light reflects from across the heavy, black water of a stagnant pond. His hand trembling, Owen re-hung the lantern on the exposed end of a 2x4 joist and set back to work, trying his best to still his racing heart, and to ignore the owl's unsolicited intrusion.
THE GIRL IN THE TWILIGHT FROCK
The slow desolate hymn was still reverberating in Aleena’s mind, a song in the voice of tears dropping onto the bottom of her soft heart.
Seven years have passed since I started witness protection. Seven years since I’ve able to recognize the girl I used to be. Through the years I’ve gone from blonde, to brunette, to red, and back to blonde. I cannot even look in the mirror and remember what my hair was. My mom tells me I used to have the whitest blonde hair she’d ever seen. It reflected well with my pale, almost clear blue eyes. They are my most distinguishing feature, so of course I have to hide them. “Colored contacts are your friend,” they tell me. As if saying that makes it any easier to hide another piece of who I am.
Memoir of The Last
The boy felt warmth spreading from his digits to the tips of his toes. No, not just warmth. He was burning up, indisputably. His weak eyes opened and looked around to find himself in a bedroom in a house, but not his house. Hardly able to move, the boy pulled the thick quilt up to his nose and took a couple of sniffs. Everything around him was unfamiliar. Though, he couldn’t care less at this point. He felt like he’d be better off dead anyway if his kin would toss him aside. He shut his eyes, falling back into a deep sleep from the sound of harsh winds hitting the walls outside. Not soon after he fell asleep, he awakened again. But this time, a cool cloth was put on his forehead with liquid slipping down his temple, and a woman was sitting at the desk he hadn’t noticed before in the corner of the room––busy with something in front of her. Oddly, something made the woman turn around to check on the child. She smiled kindly at the sight of his open eyes, even if he was just blankly staring at her.
I + You = Me
When I call out for you, you are no where to be found. I wait here... Still waiting... Now that time as gone by I realize I put too much trust in you.
The call of Death
Do you know what blood smells like? Not just a tiny cut, oh no, I'm talking 1.2 gallons of free-flowing blood that pools around a body. The way not only the sight, but the coppery scent makes your stomach twist with disgust. The metallic taste it leaves in your mouth when you take a deep, swift inhale.