Today marks the one year date of Kaelyn's death. Kaelyn was my daughter, she was four at the time of the car accident. You're probably wondering who I am. I'm Bryar, Bryar Wilkins. I was the one driving during the time of the car crash.…
yelled Beau, another friend. We all shrieked and jumped out of the boat that was heading towards doom. The Kayak careened to the side as we jumped, knocking me back in. I stared at the lake in front of me as friends hit the soft snow. The Kayak neared the lake and teetered on the edge.…
Don’t drink the kool aid "Make sure you stay away from the abandoned building," they said. I should have listened. I was in the basement when I notice red liquid splashed into a shadow and I was scared hoping the liquid isn’t what I think it is. I flicked the light switch up hoping my question would be answered but instead a loud *bang* echoed throughout the room and a shower of sparks fell in front of me and I noticed the light exploded.…
Hello Nosleep family. I'm writing to you tonight because I've experienced something grim in the last few days. This is the first time I've had access to anything connected to the internet since shortly after the "incident" began. I've been running on about four hours of fearful "rest" since about five days ago, so please forgive me if my recalling is scattered. I live in a small city of about 15,000 people.…
I can not believe that damn nigger would write a book about me. About me? And as for Skeeter? Going behind my back and writing about these so-called ‘issues’. What’s wrong with the way we live?…
A soft glisten of pale, blue moonlight graced the dark navy sky of Happy Harbour's winding bays as midnight dawned over the city. Twinkling white stars gleamed throughout the dark sky; reflecting in the soft waves below. Cicadas chirping accompanied by the occasional splash of the rising tide, which rose over the rocky shores- frothing and hissing with white foam. The chilly night smelt of salt, accompanied by the skittering of water caught in the breeze.…
Kyler was now at the young green age of one year and a half. However he had seen enough death to last a lifetime. At least, it seemed like enough to him for now. It's as if Shakespeare decided to write another tragity to remind others that their life is pretty good. Ky knew though that he couldn't be the only one in the world to have lost his parents.…
I don't think I'll ever forget myself as I was just then; my legs sprawled up on the picnic table and back arched to try and conform to the rigid wooden chair that would never be comfortable. My eyes were shut, and my sigh was soft. My chest hurt, but not in a broken-hearted kind of way. It was actually physical, but I tried to ignore it. I felt like crying for no reason, but I didn't.…
We then get into the boat. Our boat's name was Clifford because it was a very light boat that as soon as you walked into the boat, it would rock violently until you got going on the expedition.…
Torvald. Preposterous! I will never be such! I love my children, but I love my reputation more. Do you know what will become of me at work, Doctor, should they find out my wife left me and I could not control her.…
Once when I was seven years old, I got a new toy. It was exciting but also painful it was a electric pocket rocket mini bike. I bet you wanna hear my story on what happened next. You have a surprise for me? What is it?…
She rang the doorbell, we waited a little bit, and then she rang it again; nobody responded and nothing happened. “Door breaching charge,” I proposed in an over-eager manner. “Sure, why not,” she laughed. I took my ammo and handcuffs out of the toolbox and stuffed them in my overalls. Then I pressed the adhesive bottom of the toolbox against the door and pressed the activating button on its side.…
and I made our way down to the marina. The water under the boat docks swayed gently with the wind. Reaching our boat we prepared it for a day out on the lake. My mother had bought a boating tube the day before, and the plan was to use it the next day.…
Bwwweeeooou! Bwwweeeooou! Bwwweeooou! The blaring tones sounded snapping me out of my reverie like a rubber band that snaps back after stretching too far. Groggy, I hear dispatch mutter out, “ninety-two year old female; cardiac arrest; CPR in progress,” my heart skips.…
In the first exploration, we explored the opening monologue of the Narrator and the very first scene. This first scene is important as it can be linked to the idea of omnipresence and control of play. In this case, the control is over how social class affects the main characters. This can also relate to Greeks’ idea of Fates who decide the fate of humans for their own pleasure. The Narrator is always there and it is as if he is amused by the actions of Mickey and Edward.…