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Submitted to Contest #331
The grandfather clock struck midnight like an angry gong. Lily awoke with a start. It would take time to get used to this Victorian house that her grandmother left behind. She wasn’t accustomed to living with antiques, but it was better than living in her previous studio apartment. A knock echoed through the house, and she winced. There’s no way. Not at this hour. The house is old. It was just a loud creak or groan from the wind, that’s all. Right? Lily checked the mantel clock on the dresser next to her bed. It read midnight as...
Submitted to Contest #299
Mr. Black excused himself for a quick restroom break. When he returned, he took a sip of his coffee, hoping it would give him enough energy for his next class. Entertaining high school students as he did, took its toll. After a few gulps, Mr. Black stuck out his tongue and tossed the remainder of his coffee in the trash.“Apparently the barista mistook mocha for dog shit.” He said, making the class laugh. “What are you smiling at?” he asked Elena a moment later.“You’re still funny…sometimes.” She replied.“I suppose only a person’s suffering w...
Submitted to Contest #294
The door to the interrogation room creaked open. A girl was inside, still in the depths of REM sleep, did not stir. Sleep was all she had. Her only escape, and only therapy from her current fate. She remained curled up on top of the table like a feline, conserving her energy before the Hell hounds would be turned loose on her. Hayley, a psychiatrist, made her way into the room. She could see the subject, Emily, had insomniac circles around her eyes that made her look like a rac...
Submitted to Contest #291
A Sasquatch went on the prowl,As the wolves began to howl,While a hog devoured some trout,Snortin’ with its big ol’ snout,Followed by a SQUEAL!As it became the ape’s next meal,Chowing down on its meat,Startling a pack of wild geese, Defecating as they flee,Into a midst of shady trees,Oh, what a tasty treat! POW! went a shotgun,Sending the Sasquatch on the run,Shaking the ground with a plunge,Smashing trees as it trudged, Oh dear, what have they done?There’s no escaping the Bigfoot’s grudge,He’ll devour them for lunch! “Show yourself varmint!...
Submitted to Contest #288
“Where too?” Elena, the Lyft driver asked.“Straight to the point huh? Not even a sir or hello? Talk about fucking manners!” Elena tensed up. She knew that voice, although when she turned, her amygdala hijacked her brain immediately.“Shit!” she squealed, quickly whirling around and flooring the accelerator.But the car didn’t move, as the man had already engaged the parking brake beforehand. Then a sudden pop made her jerk backward into her seat with a scream. It was her windshie...
Submitted to Contest #282
“I’m…sorry? What was that?” The woman, Melissa asked. “Hard of hearin’ ain’t ya?” A man with a black cowboy hat, Bill Jones, sneered. Although she didn’t see it now, his presence likely explained the banjo she heard echoing from the woods earlier on this languid Sunday. The one day of the week that the construction crew wasn’t busy building the rest of this new neighborhood. “This land miss. You stole it.” “I…don’t understand? I just bought this house recently after it was built. From…whoever owns this property now. I’m sorry if it affect...
Submitted to Contest #281
All the hardware store’s employees were called into the breakroom to get their presents from underneath the Christmas tree. Their gifts were from their selected Secret Santa. Elena grabbed her present, then walked back to the garden department. Crowds were not her thing, and she preferred to keep working rather than socialize. “What did ya get?” Christine asked, startling her. There were some people she couldn’t avoid socializing with, no matter what. “You gotta stop sneaking up on me like that.” Elena ch...
Submitted to Contest #274
“W-w-why?” Emily whimpered at last, with a raspy voice from her screams. Those were the first words she uttered in what felt like years for them both. “You will find out why, if you answer my question correctly.” The man said from across the table. Emily could feel her arms getting sore, as her hands were cuffed to the back of her chair. “Is my f-f-father still alive?” Emily asked, nervously eyeing the bloody kn...
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