where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
She runs a hand through her hair and grips a clump of it in frustration and looks across the table at him, he smiles uncomfortably at her, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth. She clears her throat before she speaks again, "Can we start at the beginning, again?" She says. "What do you mean by the beginning? Before or …
'Sunset Heights has, for many years, been one of those Downtown suburbs that draws attention to itself for all the wrong reasons, its past is littered with stories of violence and death, stories that make you wonder why people keep living here...'
The wind blows through the trees, scattering it's leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park. Clive Foster tightens the grip on his jacket as the wind cuts through his clothing and forces a cold shiver through his body that sends his teeth into a violent clatter. With his …
Continue reading "Day 06 – The Final Request – YouChallenge Short Story"
Melinda sits on the side of her bed, and the tears run down her face uncontrollably as the day finally takes its toll on her. Jeremy makes his way into the room carrying a glass of water and sits down beside her placing a hand on her leg and handing her the glass. She looks …
Continue reading "Day 05 – The Things You’ll Do For Love – Short Story"
The banging on the door cause his heart to race a million miles an hour, panic sets in and he quickly scans over the monitor to his left and highlights the door camera. A well-dressed man holding a briefcase stands at the door and patiently waits for an answer. He clears his throat of the …
Continue reading "Day 04 – It’s All In The Fine Print – Short Story"
'The bike cruises through the city streets like a hot knife through butter, sweat pours down his face and into his eyes, stinging them, and the helmet makes it impossible to wipe them away. He shoots around the corner with the bike on its side, and can feel the street bed brush past his knee as he leans into it and then pulls the bike upright and kicks it forward....'
He sits there staring into his now cold cup of coffee, lost in a million different thoughts all at once. So lost in fact that he doesn’t notice the man enter the café until he is standing in front of him. “Hello? Is anyone in there?” the man says, Detective inspected Frank Clifford looks up …
Continue reading "Day 02 – A Cold Cup Of Coffee – Short Story"
He swings the shovel violently towards the two men, and blood and dirt flicks off the blade and splashes into the wet ground with the rain. “I told you to go, I won’t tell you again!” He yells. “Samuel, son, for fuck sake, she gone, it’s not her anymore. You have to let us do …
So I decided to do something silly, something insane, to help fulfill many things within my brain and within myself. I decided to challenge myself to not only write more often but to get what I write out there, and so today, Friday the 13th (I know, spooky right) I begin my daily blog, my …
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