*This piece is part of an ongoing short story*
I hope you’ll read parts one through five HERE!
Smoke shrouds her shaky, short pink fingernails, curls up past her nose and out the open window into the blue of the great big sky. Her view turns murky as she shoots a smooth, straight line at the windshield in front of her.
Coffee.
Joplin booms. Gladys signals left.
And baby deep down in your heart…
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It’s been brought to my attention that I have been sitting on valuable information. Newly enlightened, this topic may read differently than what you are used to receiving from me. Please know, that despite my reference to teens in this post, the information below will benefit people of all ages and stages.
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As a teen, you’re most likely prone to breakouts no matter what you do, but the good…
The corner store is peeling, its peach paint rolling down toward the dirt, dodging a lifetime of being stuck in one place. Where, she wonders, will the wind take it once it’s free?
She sits in the front seat of her car, grappling a family size bag of Ruffles, her only company the small sprouts of green budding through the dryness of the earthy lot. Alone, but for the weeds, she needlessly…
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story*
You can read parts one through nineteen HERE!
Gladys can see what looks like the school Principal standing outside the doorway of the hospital room. He almost looks like he’s on watch – him against whatever dares try and make its way in.
But when she finally makes her way down the long, glossy corridor, Gladys can see that Mr. Anass is anything but…
As a teen, you’re most likely prone to breakouts no matter what you do, but the good new is, there are many ways to keep them in check. Sometimes, even just knowing you’re doing all the right things can be enough to give you peace of mind.
I have been an Aesthetician and Make-Up Artist for 20 years and this is my advice to you:
Wash your face every night before bed, using a milky, non-foaming…
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*This piece is part of an ongoing short story*
You can read parts one through seventeen HERE!
The gray, floor length sheers billow with the force of the floor vent below them as Gladys opens the front door. She pauses. Other than the curtains, there’s no movement in the house. No sound. No Helena.
Her heart flaps.
She shouldn’t have been away so long. She should have left more food in the fridge.…
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story*
You can read parts one through thirteen HERE!
She doesn’t see a doorbell, so instead knocks a somewhat non-committal knock, half hoping it won’t be heard. She’d called from the office before leaving but no one answered. Stopping in on her way home, potentially catching someone off-guard was risky and she is no longer sure she’s made the right…
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Helena chooses a seat at the very end, as far away from everyone as possible and right next to the window. As she swings her bag across the table and onto the chair in front of her, a familiar voice disrupts any peace she thought she might be able to steal.
“Bags don’t get a seat. House rules.”
“And rules were made to be broken.” Helena replies without looking up.
“Do you really believe that, or…
Well, hello!
While I enjoy writing my story, it’s a bit of a curtain, isn’t it? I get to hide behind it, keeping it shut tight while I madly hit the keys.
I’ve missed you.
It’s been a very big month here at the Hazy homestead. My oldest son has graduated. Wow. I still can’t take that one in. We attended his commencement and it was slightly surreal. We are now the picture that comes with the…
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*This piece is part of an ongoing short story*
I’m counting on you reading parts one through five HERE!
Anass knows by her ring that she’s fairly newly wed. It’s one of those made to lookantiques every fresh bride he’s come across in the last five years wears but it’s platinum rather than yellow gold and a baguette setting instead of a solitaire. It’s loose on her finger and he watches her…
She felt around in darkness
And pulled the ocean to her lips
Her mouth, so dry, let its vastness give her sips
And as the deep glossed water sank into her sand
She was able to reach out. To try and grasp a hand
She pushed through the surface to get a breath of air
Search for some familiar. But she wasn’t anywhere
© Alana Agerbo
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I tend to write dark stuff. Most of my stories are either dark fantasy or horror, and many of them don’t end well for at least some of the cast. This once prompted Nimue to comment that all my stories seem sad.
In truth, I try to weave a fair amount of humor into my stuff, and the more I write, the less consistently tragic my stories have become. Still, if you write horror, you’re going to…