Memories Are Too Strong pt.1"It was on this very day 30 years and 16 days ago on a..." James started.Memories Are Too Strong pt.13 hours ago in Short Stories
"James I think you messed up the story the camp leader told us last year," butted in Rachael.
"Alright time for bed you three," James's mother said.
Devin nodded as they others said goodnight.
Devin was glad the story is over before it began. Devin is Rachael's younger brother and they both are friends with James. Devin hasn't talked much since what he calls "The Incident" which happened last year at Happy Happy Fun Camp. They all knew it sounded creepy before they left. Their parents said it was a respected facility when they went there as teenagers and that it was loads of fun. Devin and the ones who caused it, to this day, are the only ones who know what the incident really is. Just the thought of of it gave Devin nightmares that night or at least the beginning of it.
Faint quick screams.
By the time James, Rachael, and Mary were up and able to meet in the living room James was in the cor
When There Was Only Flesh LeftThe most frightened I’d ever been was when I woke up and suddenly everything was wrong.When There Was Only Flesh Left4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Nothing changed. It all looked the same, the faces were all familiar. Mirrors still reflected and life went on as it always had. But it was wrong.
That time, it was like being in a dream. Reversed, though. Everything looked the same but I knew it was all a thin film. I could swear I saw the exoskeletons of the beetles wearing my mother’s skin, saw them rub up against the surface. Her voice was robotic. Systematic. Unfeeling.
Mold was living in the walls and all the food had soured. My stomach ate itself. I lost ten pounds of appetite and probably ten gallons of that ocean water. I’d already lost all the time I’d saved in my bank. All those months of planning had been stolen from me. Gone. And now nothing was certain. Would never be certain again.
I’d lost more than the ocean, the time, the appetite. There was a rock, sturdy. It seemed to fit so perfectly in my hands mos
Somber Cries Chapter 1 Suspicious bus driverI’ve never forgotten the day I lost my best friend. Just knowing it never should have happened, only being able to watch as my friend… Maybe I should tell you a bit more.Somber Cries Chapter 1 Suspicious bus driver17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
The day was so traumatic I could tell you what I was wearing. I normally put no thought too the clothes I was wearing. School that day I barely got to speak with my boyfriend Todd. The day started cloudless but by time I got home from school it was full of clouds. There was a meeting to talk to the students about stranger danger. There were three different meetings at the same time, one for the younger kids and all that. They provided busses so anyone interested could go. Now you ask why they didn’t do it during school, The speakers where travelers that only could make it too our place then. Parents were invited but most parents around here were farmers and had things to do.
My siblings were insistent not to go, especially my younger twin Shay. I really wanted to go for the chance that my boyfriend w
Bill Kieffer's THE GOAT: Building a Perfect VictimSAMPLE PAGES OF "THE GOAT: BUILDING A PERFECT VICTIM" BY BILL KIEFFERBill Kieffer's THE GOAT: Building a Perfect Victim3 hours ago in Short Stories
COMING LATER THIS YEAR FROM RED FERRET PRESS.
The improvements in Cheech were so minor as to be almost unnoticeable. There was only so much an untrained mage like Glenn could do. Towards the end of the month, Cheech began to misbehave a bit. I had to beat him a few times and, because goats are stubborn, it took awhile to correct those aberrant behaviors.
The part I had trouble accepting was that Cheech was Glenn, of course. A mage is limited to what he could do to himself safely. Glenn was afraid of getting stuck halfway and locking in a satyr form. He hated satyrs. Satyrs were too human, too naked, too smart. He wanted total annihilation of his humanity. Yet, he needed his smarts and magery to become Cheech. My beating him senseless took him the rest of the way, almost.
We were still short of what Glenn wanted.
What he needed.
I was delivering warded car parts when I realized I might be able to help him with
The Bucci Strain: ImprintThe Bucci Strain: ImprintThe Bucci Strain: Imprint16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Vietnam, May 1968. It is early morning, south of Hue, and although it is not yet summer, the heat and humidity this morning are already oppressive. The Viet Cong and North Vietnamese Army launched what would become known as the “mini Tet” offensive a few days earlier. Over a hundred targets were struck. Not nearly as massive as the Tet offensive that started at the end of January, it still brought death, misery and destruction throughout the American-held areas in the south. Sergeant Eddie Decker of the U. S. Army 1st Air Cav Division would soon learn this fact in the most personal way.
B Company, 5th Cavalry, of the 2nd Brigade, known as the Black Knights, had been brought in by helicopter early in the morning. In high humidity and the glaring morning sun, the men were drenched in sweat, even though most wore just T-shirts and pants. Much of the first day was spent unloading supplies, fortifying positions and watching bombs explode near