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My mother always taught me a good boy always followed the rules. Or else.
Husselbee cleared his throat, rapped on the glass, and told the woman in the green polo shirt he had murdered a man.
“Did you guys know that this is the house where Richard Sabnis died?” said Tom Beardmore.
- Length: 8 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Horror
Ah, the human race. If we aren’t tired of the tried and tested ways of hurting one another, we’ll invent some more just for the sheer hell of it.
She returns to the kitchen and stops in her tracks.
“Now, where’d I put the pork?
I was only fourteen at the time of the railroad demon encounter. Now at age thirty, I'm finally telling the story of that horrific day that changed everything.
- Length: 7 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Horror
‘There’s magic on this island,’ said Gran as I stepped off the boat.
Mother and Daughter had repeated this routine every school day since Jessie was five years old but today was the day Jessie started “Big School” as her mother embarrassingly insisted on telling everyone they had met for the past three months.
He steals with swift, simple hands in the yellow Roman sun. The crowds are bulging, swollen, and he bobs amongst them as silent as a jellyfish.
He felt it, this time. This would be different. On the screen was the registration form for Raijin Karate.
On April 3rd, 2019, I embarked on the longest walk known to the human race. This walk wasn’t measured by miles or steps, but by psychological trauma.
- Length: 24 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
He was The Mouse. He wasn’t Mouse. That would have been a kind nickname. The Mouse was named in one of his many foster homes by one of his many not so nice foster brothers.
We made sure we both got Ms. Meyer’s homeroom class in fourth grade, because according to my older brother, she was the best teacher of the few you could choose.
Albert peered out across the way. Snow stretched for miles. The earth remained silent. Albert was alone. As he had been for the past decade.
Helen was born wrong. Her daddy wanted a son who'd grow up to take over the family manufacturing business. Helen didn't qualify. Mommy wanted a dainty little girl. Helen wasn't dainty.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Detective Inspector Dave Box entered the room: an elderly man sat motionless in a wheelchair in a blue dressing gown open at his pale chest, revealing sparse hairs and a plastic tube entering the bottom of his throat.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
Olly Rice had given his life to literature, but what had literature given him? A wound in the head that oozed something worse than blood or brain matter.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
