Get Off My Lawn!
There’s two dumb punks reeling in pain on my floor, blood soaking through their clothing. They’ll live. Another one is running away with a baseball bat, which…
You receive a text in the middle of the night. Who is it? What are they saying? Did you wake up or find it in the morning? It's all your choice. Make it creepy, make it sweet, make it what you want... Good luck! I'm thinking of writing one too so I hope you read and comment on it once I write it. Thanks!
There’s two dumb punks reeling in pain on my floor, blood soaking through their clothing. They’ll live. Another one is running away with a baseball bat, which…
It has been three weeks since the funeral. My last vision of the urn being sent to its final resting place, burned into the back of my eyelids. Twenty-one days…
I awoke from my slumber. My cellular device convulsed wildly atop the granite counter. It purred and hummed, flopping like a dying fish on an ivory dock. A…
I refreshed the screen and the icon of the chat bubble changed into a shadowed crescent moon. Stupid facebook. Super convenient when it worked, very irritating…
He tossed, turning under the covers, and sweating from the terror of Jacob’s figure morphing before him into a giant laughing mouth with joker lips and a…