where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“So what, you think he's an alien just because he's too good?" She says with a laugh as she takes a long drag on the joint. "Either that or he's like some undercover rock star looking to grow his popularity by posing as a busker for some documentary that he's putting together," she says as …
Continue reading "Day 111 – Rock Star – YouChallenge Short Story"
**This takes place after chapter one of The Roundhead and before chapter two** She rips the headphones from her ears, throwing them across the room, inadvertently pushing her laptop away, and sending it crashing to the floor. Frantically, she feels around for the switch to her lamp, her heart beating furiously in her chest, …
Continue reading "Day 110 – The Roundhead Prelude 2 – Dare To Share"
"The key is hidden, under a stone, in the back yard, she said, which fucking stone?" Grace says as she stands in front of a pile of rocks, she looks over to Unus and he shrugs his shoulders, his suit cover in dirt, for the last two hours they’ve been sifting through the rocks that …
The knife scrapes along the side of the tin shed, like fingernails along a blackboard. He slowly makes his way around the other side where she sits, crouched on the ground, blood covers most of her lower half, where he’s already attacked her. “Please!” she screams. “Please! Just let me go!” He laughs as he …
“I don’t care, it’s mine, so you can just go fly a kite or something!” He yells as he runs from the room, his hands tightly holding the purse to his chest, he reaches the balcony and lets out a sigh of exhaustion and the tears begin to pour down his face, he feels a …
Continue reading "Day 108 – Service – YouChallenge Short Story"
He grabs the bag and rushes out the door, diving into the car and slamming the door behind him, “Fucking go, NOW!” he yells as three men run out of the building behind him and the car screeches off, fish tailing its way out onto the street, gun fire erupts behind them and bullets rip …
One of the first people I met when I started this blog, was a man by the name of Dermott Hayes. His blog Postcard From A Pigeon is a self styled magazine of ideas, discussions, stories and self discovery, basically, you don't know from each day to the next how he will entertain you, you just …
“I could’ve hidden longer, I could’ve ran," he says as he looks into the glass, and watches as the bubbles float to the surface. "Then why didn't you run, why make it easy for me?" "Because I knew even if I did you'd find me, eventually, somehow, someday, so I just decided not to prolong …
I sit here, staring at the screen, lost in the emptiness of the blank page, frozen, like a lifeless, wordless, thoughtless mannequin. I feel the saliva slowly run down my lip and drop softly onto my chin and start its journey downward. How long have I been sitting here? How long have I contemplated writing …
Continue reading "Day 107 Daily Prompt – Witness – Short Story"
“Sometimes it's best to just leave things alone Nicole, you won't like what you find out," her mother says as she slams her mug of coffee on the bench, a crack rips through the cup like a bolt of lightning rips into the ground and it shatters into pieces, coffee explodes out of the cup …
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