Image by Peter H from Pixabay OK, this story is way longer than I wanted it to be, but… Bella had been working as an accountant in a humdrum job for a number of years. Right when she started, her co-workers asked her to join a lottery club for $2 a week. After a dozen…
Category: horror
50 Word Thursday — Family Business
Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay “We never stop anywhere for long.” — Darren Shan, A Living Nightmare The Giuseppe family had been in business for a long time. Traveling in their wagon, parking it on the outskirts of towns, as their ancestors had, they never saw a day when their services would not be in…
The Perfect Noodle
Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay A common misconception about the miracle of cooking the perfect noodle is that the gas flame must be banked to the perfect point between the water boiling and the water boiling over. Although it is true that keeping the water just boiling makes for a tender noodle, the ultimate…
Twilight’s Blood
Image by Peter H from Pixabay Never in my most far-out dreams did I ever expect to be a foreign exchange student spending my summer term abroad in Transylvania. My generation, the Millennials’, concept of vampires had been shaped by the “Twilight” series of books and movies and the HBO series, “True Blood.” My expectation…
Bait
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay The fishing trawler was headed home from another day of pulling its nets through the water to catch any and everything. Dark clouds rushed in and nature’s bathtub began to churn. Norton, the first mate, called out, “Captain, there’s a small boat looks to be drifting 100 yards to our…
50 Word Thursday — Play Time
Brooke and Betsy were two very spoiled Gargantuan twins. On their parents’ last interplanetary Earth wilderness adventure they’d returned with a real castle full of real live humans for their birthday presents. It was such fun to try dropping different foods into the courtyard to see them scurry to – or from – it. The…
Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 11 May 2019 — Escape (mature audiences only)
Clanking and clinking, she paced back and forth across the cold cement floor, feet slapping, waiting for the cheap tin plate of stale bread crusts and rotten fruit breakfast to scrape under the door. The last time she tried to jump on his back when he entered the room meant now she was affixed to…
