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A Promotion and a Dream
Christopher perused the morning paper absent mindedly, reading the words but not fully processing them. It was the usual; a local police officer was in trouble for repeatedly using excessive force, but would probably get a slap on the wrist, astronomers had been tracking a new object in space, the person responsible for a string of car thefts had been caught, something trendy and cringeworthy was happening downtown this weekend, and he couldn’t care less about any of it. Not today especially, today was his first day as partner at the firm. It had taken a long time, but he was glad he held out. Christopher was nearing forty, short, stocky, with a round face and glasses. His black hair was cut relatively short and had started to recede a little more each day. He was a nervous, sweaty, anxious man, and he was a good attorney who could have been great if it weren’t for his major lack of confidence. At the office he was well liked but usually overlooked. The same could be said about his love life as well, he had been married once to a man named Jasper who was looking for far more adventure than Christopher could give him. It had been a long time since he started working at Mitchell & Perez, but now, he was a partner, and he couldn’t be bothered with anything else.
By Mark Leasure6 years ago in Horror
Perilous Delivery
Chapter 5 Who are you? The following days were mostly normal. Caleb was receiving an unusual number of orders that would make special requests at the end. Always when he was almost finished shopping, and always really weird items that seemed to random to him. He was also getting more and more orders from various people, and then when he would deliver they would be confused and say that they hadn’t ordered anything. He would show that their name and address was on his system, and most of them would eventually accept the orders. It was so weird, but like I said, these were high-paying jobs, so he wasn’t going to pass them up on account of a little amnesia.
By Kevin J.N. Hughes6 years ago in Horror
THE MISSING PIECE
“You know, you shouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.” I turned to face the unfamiliar voice that spoke out to me. It was a young blonde haired woman with piercing blue eyes. Her hair hung in a long single braid over her black floor length gown. “Oh no, I’m fine. I’m just in my head is all.” In truth, my anxiety had been eating away at me the whole night.
By Christopher L.P.6 years ago in Horror
It can’t see me if I can’t see it
A tuna drifted past the window, flicking its tail lazily as it did. Leaning forward, James touched the glass gingerly. It was still hard to believe it wouldn’t shatter, and he found staring out into the ocean as unnerving as he did exhilarating.
By Elle Juliette 6 years ago in Horror
A Deal with the Devil
I used to appreciate dark humor. My favorite jokes were the ones you questioned if you should even be laughing at; the ones about the dad that says he’s going out to get milk and the punchline is the kid is still waiting a decade later for him to come back. Now that I’m saying it out loud it doesn’t sound so funny, but maybe that’s just because my dad never did come back, and here I am waiting, admittedly only a week later.
By Smiley Riley Reads6 years ago in Horror
Be Careful What You Wish For
Ethan Salem was just your average, normal boy… or so he thought before he found that black notebook. Nothing was “normal” thereafter. However, prior to discovering the blasted thing, his life was not that unusual. He was the only child of a very devoted and loving single mother and the star quarterback of his high school football team. His mother worked two jobs to help provide for her son and she showered him with all the love and support that a mother could. Ethan was not in the least bit ungrateful for her sacrifice. In fact, it was his greatest wish to someday be able to provide for her so that she never had to work another day of her life.
By Amber Olson6 years ago in Horror
Fellow Traveller
It was the scratching of the nib that woke me. Not the jolting of the carriage as the train shunted back over rail and into siding; not the puffing of engine nor the hissing of steam in the frigid night; not the opening of the compartment door as passengers came and went in the half light; nor the shouts, heavy with consonants, of the signalmen outside, making their way, breathing smoke, through the snow alongside the rails. All of these I vaguely perceived in the shadows of my slumbers.
By Dan Prichard6 years ago in Horror
