Gone in an Instant"C'mon, Robin! This isn't funny anymore!" Erin rushed down the stairs, clearly annoyed. She wasn't wearing much: pantyhose and a pair of biker shorts, which were barely visible beneath a sweater that a couple sizes too large. In her hand was a piece of paper, which had already been crumpled up and flattened out several times. "I'm serious! Change me back right now!"Gone in an Instant5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Erin looked around the room. She knew something was off the moment she came home, and now she knew why. Her roommate, Robin, was a terrible housekeeper, always leaving her stuff everywhere. Tonight, though, the house was almost spotless, as if Robin had packed up and moved away in just a few hours.
Which wouldn't surprise me, Erin thought. I guess you get used to the impossible when you live with an actual witch.
Erin had certainly had her fair share of adventures since she met the red-headed witch years ago. Most usually involved Erin - or "Aaron," as she was know most of the time - getting turned into
Ignorance is BlissMark knew this was a bad idea. Still, he needed to know the truth.Ignorance is Bliss5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just a few weeks ago, some middle-aged couple - Mr. and Mrs. Rellik - moved into the old mansion just outside of town. This is the type of house people would consider "haunted" if it was abandoned for enough years. Looking around, though, Mark could tell that the only thing unusual about this house is that it was really, really big. A lot of half-unpacked boxes were strewn about, and the furniture was covered in rooms that were clearly being painted. In fact, most of the rooms were still bare, and it didn't look like the couple had enough belongings to fill them all up.
Nobody was home, but Mark felt nervous anyways, and not just because he was trespassing on private property. He'd come here to investigate the rumors flying around town about the new residents. Most of them revolved around the fact that nobody had ever seen Mr. Rellik, only his wife. Mrs. Rellik was also an enigma: she was pretty good-looki
Desecrate our SanctuariesHow it breaks their hearts that we made an art of desecrating our sanctuaries.Desecrate our Sanctuaries6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Stiff Kittens Blaqk Audio
This is the end. The end of everything. Good and bad. Dark and light. Right and wrong. Because this stops now. Two swift movements. Crimson tracing over pale flesh. The final desecration.
Words pour from the pen, ink flowing onto paper. They will know what happened. They will understand, and feel guilt for what happened. Three small words and its fini