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Money Jar
Jada pushed back her dark curls as she walked home through the infamous humidity of the south, only stuttering her steps when her mobile buzzed. “Miss you. Hope this week at the new school is better. Wish we could call but phone plans! Dad.” She stroked the screen before returning the phone to her pocket. They were out of minutes. For the first time in her life Jada had to adhere to a budget.
By Lauren A Radspinner6 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Mirror
Man in the Mirror Every day starts the same way. The 7:30 alarm blares its infuriating wake-up call. I hit the snooze button at least three times. When I finally stumble out of bed, I spend as much as a half-hour sitting on the toilet using that time to try and wake up. I read a few more pages in whatever novel I am currently slogging my way through as my body accepts its fate for the day. I follow this with a quick shave, teeth brushing, and then a shower. A quick bite to eat, and then I’m off to work. Most days during this routine, I find myself staring at my own reflection, checking for new wrinkles or grey hairs, or any signs that I'm growing older or changing. In the past few days though, it seems I have been seeing things, things that can’t honestly be happening. For instance, yesterday I saw my reflection wink at me. Sometimes I see myself grinning and making faces back at me, though I'm pretty sure I did nothing of the sort.
By Kathryn Dragoste6 years ago in Horror
The Woods
The Woods: Diana was a woman of means. Of course that translated to the fact that her late husband had been of means. Naturally the money he had went to his heir, but since young Nathan wouldn't be of age to enjoy his inheritance for sometime it fell to Diana to look after it.
By Christopher Westmoreland6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Notebook
There is no escaping fate. It crept behind the living and consumed their every moment before it killed them. The mood was somber as we stood under umbrellas with rain battering against the black shields. The mournful cries of the family resounded in his ears but they were drowned out by the ringing in his ears. Donavan stood closest to the closed casket but he felt the furthest away. The priest had finished his speech what felt like ages ago and now stood silent with his eyes lingering on the casket. Donavan knew the priest had been close to his grandmother and cursed his parents for forcing the grieving man to say goodbye with the words of a god neither of them believed in.
By Savannah Bennett6 years ago in Horror
Hell Money
This was a complete waste of time! This guy is a total asshole! LOL. Crissy texts her best friend, Jennifer. Crissy, a plain looking, 28 year old blonde wearing a casual white dress, puts her phone back into her pocketbook. As her date, Matt, a 34 year old chiseled man, comes walking back to the table. He has a semi-muscular build and thick-styled beard. He’s covered in tattoos strategically obfuscated with a designer brand sweater and skinny jeans contrasting his bad boy demeanor
By Allan Sconza Jr.6 years ago in Horror
The Flower
The Flower By Mark J. Wilcoxen As Fallar desperately clung to the crumbling masonry he watched helplessly as his last remaining companion, his trusty pack mule Dall, fell back to the earth far below. With her loss he wasn't just alone, but severely under equipped, as the majority of his supplies descended down with the beast of burden. Fallar spared another moment watching Dall frantically kick and bray on her downward trip. He hoped her end was quick, the thought of her suffering due to his obsession caused a strong sense of guilt to flood him. Many of his own peers thought him mad for his quest. Not for the first time he considered them correct.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 6 years ago in Horror
