Personal Prison

This story is the result of day one of the FlashNaNo 2021 challenge. The story prompt: Write a story that takes place in the dark. Carmen’s nightmares, although brief, caused her constant anxiety. She perceived them as realistic dreams that often generated confusion and dread. However, the reality of her dream state never left, and... Continue Reading →

Freefall

What is life if death doesn’t exist? No matter what happens to me, I never die. Lately, I wish for death, but then I see the flowers grow, the sun setting behind a mountain, and birds flying. I hoped for two things in my life; freedom from worry and a long, happy life. The town... Continue Reading →

Surrender

The invasion was sudden and took everyone by surprise—as invasions typically do. Nobody knew what they were or where they came from. It was apparent, though, they were not of this world. The city, in complete chaos, groaned as it burned to ashes. Death was imminent, and the old woman surrendered her sight as she... Continue Reading →

Soul Corridor – Containment

The year 1738 Decimus walked through the dank corridor, careful not to stumble over the dead. The strong smell of iron from spilled blood churned his stomach. He saw his father, Cyrus, at the far entrance to the corridor. What sort of evil could cross the barrier to the corridor? Whose soul is this dark? Decimus, in... Continue Reading →

Coffee Shop Magic

Myrtle stepped off the city bus and was careful not to trip over her cane. Her 86-year-old body was brittle and worn from a long but exciting life. Months of staying inside began to tear down her mental health. The four walls of her apartment only seemed to exasperate her loneliness for people. Her husband,... Continue Reading →

Brushstrokes And Shadows

For Bree, the lifestyle in New York City is like a person hyperventilating—there is never a moment of silence or rest. Bree’s boss forced her to take the two weeks of vacation she had earned. All she had to do was figure out where she wanted to go. Bree coiled her shoulder-length brown curls into... Continue Reading →

Mourn The Living

Dear Jenny, my favorite journal, I write this last journal entry with difficulty. My spirit can barely hold the pen, but let me tell you about Saturday, October 25th, 2014. The day started good. I didn't wake up with a bomb exploding in my head, and the faucet in my nose stopped leaking. The cat... Continue Reading →

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