Horror
The Perilous Package
I got another package in the mail today. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I do order a lot of things online so it wasn’t really that surprising. Sometimes I even got packages meant for neighbors, living in a large apartment complex with often obscured building and unit numbers. I checked my email, and seeing no alerts, picked up the package.
By Brian Gracey5 years ago in Fiction
A Strange Package
Jerome Sanderson had a problem with his mail service. Every few days a white mail truck would come barreling down Maudlin Avenue and screech to a stop outside his weather-beaten house. The mailman would then unceremoniously toss his packages all over the front lawn and speed away. It was an infuriating routine but after six successive complaints and two threats of legal action nothing had ever been done. So Jerome grit his teeth and bided his time until he could move into a new place, hopefully one with a better package delivery service.
By Sara Zaidi5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Haul
After 41 years of too much Wildhorse tobacco, too many what’s-her-names from where’s-that-towns, and never meeting a single person more loyal or honest than the Doberman Pinschers named Kallie he’d had over the years, Jerry Bell was pulling his Kenworth into the parking lot of the truck shop for the last time. “Retirement”, Jerry always used to say, “is just the last step before the grave”, yet here he was, living up to what he always swore he would not.
By Krista Jayne5 years ago in Fiction
How to Get Ahead in Business
There were many things about Thursday mornings that she did not like, but what bothered Laura the most about them was that they were not Friday afternoons. She knew how to handle those moments when the sunlight was still in the air and there was a good chance that she could slip away unnoticed by her nosy employers and sympathetic colleagues. But this was not a Friday. It was a Thursday, and she had to sit down and wait in a conference room as one of her many bosses explained what would be taking place in the next few weeks.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction
Open You
This all started on a miserable day about two weeks ago. Heavy rain and cold winds: the kind of autumn weather that made you want to stay inside with something warm. It was early evening when someone, or something knocked on my door. No doorbell, just a series of heavy thuds that demanded an answer. I wasn't slow getting the door but whoever, or whatever knocked was already long gone by the time I opened it.
By Keegan Harness5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
Air rushed into her lungs. Her muscles ached. Her head screamed. Her neck throbbed. Flashing open, her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a barn. An old barn. Made of wood. She was wearing a white jumpsuit with the number “Twenty-One” printed on it. Slowly she rose to her feet. A sudden gasp startled her as she spun around. It was a man, with messy hair, wearing the same jumpsuit as her but with the number “Eleven” printed on it. He was only a few feet from her. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet, spinning around, shocked by his environment. His eyes then locked onto hers.
By Moses Banford5 years ago in Fiction
Up in the Hollywood Hills
CLARA 1 pm My back is killing me. I’ve been sitting in this chair for at least five hours now. I scoop up a thick glob of Naples Yellow oil paint with my palette knife and add one last final detail to a sunflower petal. I stretch my arms out wide and turn off my murder mystery podcast. Pleased with myself to have finally finished this painting, I head to the fridge to refill my mason jar with cold filtered water. Gypsy follows and takes a seat on the cool kitchen tiles. “It’s a hot one today, ” I tell my dog. His ears are perked and he’s ready to catch any crumbs. Disappointment takes over his sweet little face as he watches me chug my water. “We’ll have a snack later, Gypsy.” I think we’re both in need of a good long hike.
By Cassandra Rees5 years ago in Fiction
