“Paul, is that you?” Missy wondered. “You’re supposed to knock before coming in.”
Fiction
Vic Olmstead |
Shey WhiteThe silence was peaceful, stretched across the house like a thick, warm blanket. My cat was purring up a storm in my lap, eyes closed, tucked into herself. It was nice. Soft. Comfortable. |
Rachel ShrinerI was sitting at my desk finishing some assignments near midnight when I heard a small knocking coming from within the house, and I froze, it was close. |
Chad KillblaneJust because they are enlightened, doesn’t mean they’re nice. |
Danielle GlassnerA common Loon yodeled in the distance as the man sat on the bench to catch his breath. The fog rolling in as the sun crept closer to the horizon felt ominous. |
Tieste Williams“I did it!” she screamed, her blonde curls bouncing in the air as she jumped up. “I finally figured it out!” Janice didn’t say anything. She’d “figured it out” twelve times, and each time it hadn’t worked. |
Vic OlmsteadConner sat up in bed, wondering what time it was. There was light beginning to brighten the curtains on the windows, so dawn was here. |
Hannah LylesI couldn’t help but rush to the apartment, I even debated whether or not to take the stairs. But I’d rather not be sweaty for our reunion, so I settled for impatient foot tapping in the elevator to try and release some of my energy. |
Aimee KozushkoThe train whistle breaks the silence. The road is lined with fluorescent signs and street lights, but no cars in sight. The school is dark, and its playground equipment casts dreadful shadows across the turf. |
Vic OlmsteadMr. Harvey admired his 6’2”, 190-pound frame in the three full-length mirrors of The Gentry Shop. The high-class men’s store catered to the wealthy, powerful men who frequented their establishment. |
Cody Dickman
I prayed. I prayed every day in Siberia. For seven years, six months, and five days I prayed with fervor. Time was painful. Not an hour or even a second escaped me. |
Connor BaxterJanuary 13th, 19XX Finally moved in and unpacked. Took long enough; finding this journal in all the boxes was a nightmare. |
Johann SwopeAxton was the best detective that New York had to offer until the zombie apocalypse started roughly a year ago. |
Tressa DugasI woke up from the blinding sun flashing in between shadow’s passing my window, thinking "what the …” |
Victor Olmstead“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Sarah Littleton, in her 16-year-old voice, and a furrowed brow. “I’m sure. I’ve thought about it a long time and it’s time.” Lewis Lattimore replied, trying to assure Sarah with his own voice in the last stages of changing. |
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