The Ghost from the ClosetThis is a story bout my buddy Mistgod :iconMistgod: and his childhood ghost from the closet. It is a true story. This story illustrates the double edged sword of a powerful imagination.The Ghost from the Closet14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As a child Davie (Mistgod) would have trouble sleeping, just as he does as an adult. His dreams were extremely vivid and colorful and often the dreams continued for a while even after he awakened. It was terrifying to a seven year old. One of those waking nightmares was the ghost in the bedroom closet.
For a while, each night he would hear shuffling noises coming from the closet. He would cry and scream, waking his brothers up and his parents. They would tell him it was only a dream or his imagination. Eventually they tired so much of this they quit consoling him and just ignored him. So he suffered in terrified silence. Something was definitely moving in that closet!
He would fall asleep and dream bout it. In t
my thanksgiving memoirEnglish Block Cmy thanksgiving memoir8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
November 26th, 2014
It was a dark day. The suns overhead ached with a dull rain that wanted nothing more than to fall; but it was given no such pleasure.
A little brown house sat on a street with many other brown houses, and though it was no different than the others, someone strange was inside.
He clicked the mouse faster than most people and typed faster than most people and he was stranger than most people. He took a bite of his frozen pizza and stared at the screen illuminating the dark room.
How fitting, he thought. That I should be doing such a thing on Thanksgiving, when people are supposed to be happy and thankful...I guess it’s just who I am.
A piece of pepperoni lodged itself inside his throat. He choked a little bit and reached up to try and get some water down, but before long he was seeing black dots in his vision. He finally breathed when he coughed some more. Dammit…
His fingers slammed against the keyboard. His father, Spe
Excerpt One from When Angels FlyThen Sam asked me the question I dreaded the most. He looked into my eyes and said, “Am I going to die?” My blood froze. The nurse stopped what she was doing and became as still as I was.Excerpt One from When Angels Fly5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“No!” I said a little too loudly. I didn’t know how to explain it to him, how would I explain to this little boy that what he asked broke me apart? Before I could even begin to open my mouth, he asked again, “Am I going to go to Heaven where Shane is?” Although my throat was blocked with a huge lump, I somehow managed to tell him, “Only if God really needs you right now.” ~~ M Schmidt