I was paying Really close attention to the sound when I started to look up, and see a small glow of light. The light had a green tint to it and illuminated the sky. So I lay down in the woods and continued to watch it. The sound was becoming more predominate every second, and so was the light.…
Ernest Cassidy was familiar with the tales and secrets of Putney Mountain having lived his entire life in the two story house in the quaint little town of Howardsville located southwest of Charleston, West Virginia. The town’s history was filled with myths and legends about missing people when they went on the mountain to explore the freaky activities. Since he had grown accustomed to the rumors, Mr. Cassidy paid little attention when he heard people talking about the mountain. One morning after eating breakfast, he washed the dishes, and went to the backyard to see his old hound.…
As we were running I could taste the saltiness of the sweat coming off my forehead. We quickly turned the corner and hid behind a tall rose bush and tried to figure out what we could do. With every second that passed by we could hear the loud thunder like march of teenage boys that obviously didn’t want to be messed with. However, we couldn't see them because at this point in time the sun had already set and that and it was foggy and a few of the street lights we out.…
The cool strong breeze Strikes me As I slip through the trees Stealthily creeping through the valley Waiting for my prey to wander and stray The scent of elk is clear and fresh Chasing, bounding after one He is still weak and young…
There I was sitting in an old 2006 Honda Odyssey driving up to my cottage on Lake Michigan. I had already been in the car for 4 hours and I was only halfway done with my journey. I didn’t know if I was going to survive. I was already missing my Lucy (my dog), and I had to live without for a week while the ferocious neighbors took care of her.…
We were at the Red Onion in Equality, Illinois- my step dad, my uncle, and I. The Red Onion was a dinky cafe set back in the miniscule town square. Being in Equality, I thought everything should be equal and fair. Things were not even-handed for Uncle Randy on that frosty, December afternoon.…
I am wandering down the road. Right down the very middle, marked with a dotted yellow line, worn from years of wind and rain. My new cane taps in front of my feet. A tap with every step. Tap on the right.…
As I drive, I took in my surroundings. The dark sky, slowly turning light, spread above Orlando like a blurred glass, with silhouette of leafless branches of apple trees as cracks disrupting the eerie winter whiteness. The contrast is astounding. Mysterious, yet beautiful. Something so known to me.…
"Never go into Chutzpah Forest alone," Aunt Margaret always warned, as long as I could remember. "An ancient dragon dwells there and he would love nothing more than to capture you and devour you for supper." As a child, I used to squeal in terror and nod earnestly, reaffirming my promise to her that I would never venture into that dark and quiet forest, alone or otherwise. As I grew into a young woman, however, the warning seemed very childish. Dragons indeed!…
He neighborhood streets wound around like a maze as my friend and I made turns left and right trying to find our way home. Time passed so slowly as we became even more exhausted with each step. It would have been easier to give up, but that was not who we were. We would find our way home, even if it took all night.…
Once I shut the door behind me, I knew I was isolated in my own pity. The floor under me, piled with clothing and small items, never meant a thing in that moment. I slung myself onto something that now felt like a pile of rocks. They jabbed into my back as if it was a knife, digging deeper and deeper the more I struggled.…
You always hear about great legends, no matter where you are from. All my life I had heard about a great monsters who used to roam The Great Plains in Texas, but none of the stories matched the monster I had found. I lived in a small quaint house right outside of a town in the middle of the Texas Plains. Most of the townsfolk were superstitious. My mother was a carefree and spirited woman who let me roam the flat land, not troubled by the hideous monster myths.…
I felt leather around my neck before I could be aware of anything else. What happened last night? I wondered. Did one of my exes have a fetish that I wasn’t aware of? Then I realized that none of my exes would have any clue what a fetish was, nor would they be able to execute it if they could.…
There’s an ugliness to not knowing how to experience something until you experience it yourself. It collides into you like an avalanche, burying and oppressing you; at least that is the feeling I experienced the day we got robbed. It happened when my parents and I were celebrating my grandparents’ anniversary. My father’s phone buzzed with life and so he plucked it from his pocket, fingered a button, and pressed the receiver against his ear. Immediately I knew something was terribly wrong, as his countenance paled enough to rival the moon.…
Daddy was back home, and his van needed tidying, Abby, and her Mama got to work. As Abby handed the garbage out to Mama, she saw a piece of bright yellow paper, but before she could grab it, in big black letters, she saw the words MISSING SHETLAND SHEEPDOG.“A chill ran from my toes all the way up to my scalp. My hands shook as I uncrumpled the paper. Just like in my dreams, I saw Tam” (page 267).…