Anne Aldrich was eighteen and smelled of stale coffee and old cigarettes, but her teal eyes were filled with so much wisdom and so much experience. Anne sat down at her desk and ripped open the drawer on the side as it was an antique from the depression era. She took out her red, leather covered address book and took out the new one from the Barnes and Noble bag. Anne shook back her red shoulder length hair.
She opened the new one and the old book, almost at the same time.
Anne started to transfer the names from the old book to the new. Carmye Alger, Catherine Alger, John Andersdotter…She then noticed Avis’s name. Avis Alford. Avis had died a year ago. Anne felt the need to transfer her name to the new book, they were best friends after all,…Read more >
A rumbling noise could be heard and felt, much like an earthquake can be heard and felt. Alan grew pale white and mumbled some words that his friends could not make out as the sensitive nerves along his spine prickled.
The sharp wind brought the scent of smoke, making Alan stand up and stumble from the tram before barreling down the same path Michael had taken and Dinny before him. “What’s up with Alan?” asked Kayla, who even in an uneasy predicament such as this one, still, somehow remained a study in black and white clothing..
Elizabeth and Elliot looked over, the opposite side where they got off the tram, to see palm trees falling over like bowling pins that crashed to ground with leafy clashes. The bowling ball, or what it was known as, …Read more >
I woke to the sound of rumbling thunder; I love storms, don’t get me wrong, but living here, in the canyon, so isolated from people, storms seemed more sinister. Lightning raced across the sky; thunder cracked. I checked my phone which was on the nightstand, five am. No wonder why my husband wasn’t home; he had probably left for work at four am. He worked as a bus driver, and was up at unholy hours. Practice for what was on the horizon; babies.
He left the bedroom door open, and in the darkness, I saw a man standing there. “Al?” I called out. I knew that sometimes his old man came over, but my pale face was paper white. “Jeff?”
I got out of bed, thinking maybe it was our friend Sarah, where we lived, no one locked their doors. Before I stepp…Read more >
Ah crap, that was the only thing I could think about as I watched my uncle’s 12-hundred-dollar corgi run down the street in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I stood there, on the sidewalk, holding her leash and collar, dressed in my Halloween costume. I glared at the group of kids and their mothers as they scurried away. I stood there like a fucking moron who had just lost their fucking dog, on the last night of October, looking at their confused faces. Who the fuck allows their kids to run up to strange dogs, regardless of size, and pet them, poke them and in general, scare them?
Bites? Fleas? Rabies? Mange? Do these things not exist to illegal immigrants? And they wonder why legal immigrants, legal Mexican here, dislike them so much. I crossed…Read more >
Anger swarmed through Dinny’s body, pulsing at her pale temples covered with her fair red hair as Elizabeth gave a shriek of surprise at what she had just said. Dinny was madder than a wet hen. She sat in the front row of the front car of the tram as if turned, offering the guests a view of the entrance to Downtown Disney.
“You were really in a Disneyland parade!?” gushed Elizabeth, her knees grew weak at the idea of being a part of one of Disneyland’s grand parades. Dinny’s eyes narrowed. Christ. On a. Pony. Dinny’s heart hammered in her throat, pumping anger into every inch of her body. Dinny was mad as a hatter, appropriate to where they were, Disneyland.
“Unfortunately,” sneered Dinny, who felt sick to her stomach, must be getting too cl…Read more >
Suck a fucking fuck! Brooke sighed, another twenty-four shift at work, during the holiday season; when she could be at home with her boyfriend and his kids. But instead, she got to be around a lot of cutting-it-close-to-last-minute morons who couldn’t be bothered to shop for presents earlier like most normal people with half a brain. Brooke worked at a craft store in not the best neighborhood; during the day, it was a tad sketchy but nothing too horrible.
But at night, you could count on drug busts, liquor store robberies and the general sense of dread, especially if you were a white female. Still, she went inside the dimly lit store, why pay to make things look good if illegals were going to come in and trash it moments later? Brooke had …Read more >
Matthew had taken a wrong turn in the forested back roads of Virginia. Angela couldn’t blame him, he was unfamiliar to the area, as was she. Though, in her shattered mind, her Native American royalty blood kicked in and now every nook and cranny of this state she understood and knew. That was the last thing Angela remembered of their trip.
Angela awoke to Matthew blanketing her with his jacket. She saw the van was twirled around the tree, a macabre bow wrapped amongst the trunk and a chill of fear ran down Angela’s body. “We have to find shelter from the cold, baby girl,” he cooed to her. “We were in an accident, are you okay?”
She sat up. “Why did we crash?”
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“Wasn’t there a horror movie based on this?” sneered Cassidy, joining her boyfriend and her two friends on a brick porch. It offered little relief from the blaring desert sun of Utah. “I believe it was a lesbian horror movie.”
Alyssa fumbled with the keys to the front door. “I hate labels for movies. A DVD cannot be straight, gay or bisexual.”
“Isn’t there a horror movie were friends go to a little house out in the country and a killer comes after them?” asked Cassidy.
Cassidy knew she was as subtle as a splinter about the movie, but when she had a bisexual friend, that movie HAD to come up. Why? Not even Cassidy knew the answer. “Haute Tension.” Alyssa’s voice croaked, as smooth as sandpaper.
“And wasn’t there a lesbian in it?”
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I love abandoned buildings, I love to photograph them and learn of what they were in a previous life; in a strange sense, I have a deep connection to them. I have always had abandonment issues and ultimately, my father, my first boyfriend, my girlfriend, a guy I was seeing and my most recent relationship had all abandoned me. Left me like a pile of rotting garbage, no more important than the litter on the side of a highway, embarrassed to even exist.
I was at an abandoned water park in the Mojave Desert. Maybe you have seen it on your way to Vegas, if you come from the California side. It is known as Rock-a-Hoola. I have gotten to explore the place twice, once illegally, and the second, with permission from the owner, who is now my friend o…Read more >
I’m marrying my long time love this summer. We met through a mutual friend of ours, and even though she hated the idea of the two of us being an us, we were an us. That make sense? He’s so sweet too. I admitted I was a Schizophrenic, half expecting him to walk out of the door and never come back home, but instead, he hugged me and told me not to worry about the cameras in our house.
He even protects me from the helicopters. I know he views me as insane, but he never lets that stop him from being there for me. I was packing up my things to move to Indiana, he wanted to be closer to him family and I wanted out of California. I was packing my Blizzard strategy guides away when I heard my favorite nursery rhyme, Ring Around the Rosie.
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She stumbled up the stairs and squinted into the daylight that was outside. Her yard, the side walk, everything was red, as if someone, a giant, had exploded all over the town, washing it in his sticky red blood. She felt shivery and her stomach started to ache. Her world started to spin, she wasn’t sure if this triggered a seizure or if it was out of fear. A look of terror no doubt flashed across her face.
She tried to scream out; out of fear and for help, but her tongue was a clod of dry clay that sat too heavy in her mouth, her eyes had gone wide and dark. Something black and hungry had nestled in her gut. None of the houses had glass in the windows, same with the cars. The sky was white with bruised black clouds; not quite rainclouds.
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It was Halloween, my favorite holiday! The night air carried a chill from the ocean to the East. This year I had dressed up as a writing zombie, which was way cooler in person than it being said or written. The wind was clod that night, blowing hard, cutting through my costume like a knife. I sat out in the yard, which was decorated to look like an abandoned bookstore.
I handed out candy to the kids and scared the teenagers- though; I had to explain to one group of teens what the big, brown screen less laptop was called.
Kids these days, I swear. Around 9 was when the kids, the true trick-or-treaters stopped coming. Bedtime. I don’t much cater to the teenagers who do not give ten shits about Halloween. I am a horror nerd and …Read more >
The mother straightened a vase of fake roses, which had collected a layer of dust over the years. “Now, Cody Dumpling, you promise to behave for your sister and her friend?” asked the mother as she got Cody to finally sit still on the sofa. Cody nodded and protested her calling him Cody Dumpling.
Jackie and Marilyn waved goodbye to Marilyn’s parents before turning around to Cody. “Go upstairs, dweeb,” hissed Marilyn.
“I wanna watch TV!” rambled Cody, jumping on the sofa.
“I’m in charge and you have to do what I say!” said Marilyn.
“We can always practice spells in the kitchen,” said Jackie. She hated it when family members fought. Years and years of abuse in her own family.
“Or you guys could practice in the basement!” said Cody.
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The drive up the mountain was beautiful. Cold. Beautiful. Stark, sparkling white powder lay on the forest, hung in the trees and the powders cousin, ice, sheeted the road, making the drive a tad bit treacherous. A man in the back seat of an aero star leaned forward and tapped the passenger of the van on the shoulder. “Is this restaurant…fancy?” he asked.
The girl he was sitting next to chortled and crossed her arms. “Why are you asking Mrs. Dumont that question?” she spat. The passenger glared at her. She was already Mrs. Dumont, but she was real annoyed with the tone of voice her friend had been having all day. “This is probably like their honeymoon or some shit.”
The radio was yodeling out some Blake Shelton. “Maybe I had a question?” he s…Read more >
James Wright’s breath formed white puffs in the early winter air as he watched the practice routine for the Homecoming Game. The chilly air combed its fingers through his summer berry colored hair. The game was not for about two weeks, but the cheer squad loved to have their routines in check. James was dating a flyer, a cheerleader who gets tossed into the air.
Her name was written above the hem of the blood red cheer skirt in a gold, delicate cursive: Friday. She was the last person anyone expected to be a cheerleader. He was her boyfriend who did not attend school (and didn’t live in Canada), he had graduated college, he was an older man. There was something titillating about the idea of dating an older man, something that most girls wan…
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Polly’s golden eyes were so bright with anger and annoyance that they seemed to be on fire. The screaming children of the fire, kids having fun or cranky babies, sliced through the air like a buzz saw.
Ryan knew how much she hated stretching piercings, so why had he dragged her to booth that sold piercing stretchers? Ryan’s washtub like gut pressed against the booth, his hands pointing to a tribal pair of black wooden plugs. Next to this Bob Marley filled booth was a booth that made wax flowers, in one color or two (for $35 you could have as many six colors!).
She walked over to the booth, pulling the mental curtains and closing out the stretching booth behind her. The stretching booth blazed, then quickly crisped and curled into nothing. Th…
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The gas main had exploded, and the character that Virgil thought would have lived had been decapitated by a manhole cover flying through the air like a deadly ninety-pound Frisbee. Sometimes he felt like ripping apart Beth’s skin and searching for that reason she liked these kind of movies. But they made her happy and if she was happy he was happy.
Beth’s stormy blue eyes glittered between black tracks of eyeliner beneath parallel tracks of black-penciled eyebrows. “Isn’t this movie neat?” she asked. Beth spied that the front door was open. “Virgil, the door is open…”
“What the Hell is with this cabin?” he hissed, getting up and making his way to the door. She sprawled out on the couch and watched the movie while he attended to the door. Vir…
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Beth sat up, clutching the red comforter to her chest, pulling it off of a tired and naked Virgil. He pulled the sheets up and turned to look at her as she walked towards the vanity, and unzipped her make-up bag. Beth popped open a tin and began to dust a glittery powder over her shoulders and on top of her breasts. Virgil took this opportunity to sprawl out on the bed.
“You know, darling, you don’t have to cover yourself around me,” Virgil said. He nuzzled his chin into the hem of the white sheets in an effort to escape the vile cold that permutated the cabin.
She tried to speak, but her tongue was a clod of clay in her mouth. “I know do not have too, but I’m shy,” she admitted with wide and dark eyes.
“Wait, did I imagine what we just did?”…
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Virgil started up the van after putting away the provisions. A cold spackle of snow stuck to the backs of their necks. Somewhere above them, the wind shrieked tearing at the snow covered trees. “What the hell happened, baby girl?”
“That creepy stock boy tried to rape me,” shuddered Beth. “I’m usually never violent like that, I’m usually all talk and no bite, but rape is a different story with me.”
Virgil didn’t blame Beth, for feeling such a way about such a topic and he didn’t blame her for plunging the knife into Gus’s boot, he’d have done the same. “Well, you whooped his ass baby girl!” Virgil kept his voice light despite the bit of violence she displayed.
The sky was starting to get streaks of gray and purple. The ride to the cabin was mo…
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Virgil and Beth headed up to a beautiful cabin the woods, in hopes to find it was nothing more than a ramshackle cabin with peeling paint, creaking floorboards, no, a romantic getaway. There was one single thing that could be more romantic, but being a horror nerd, it kept that idea in the dark recesses of her brain.
He pulled off at the little general store, Hillbilly’s General Store, to pick up last minute things like; “Beer!” cheered Beth hopping out of his van, the day was frosty but it had remained clear. Her shoes made crunching sounds on the ice-crusted ground as she waited for Virgil. “We can not forget the beer, capisci? And condoms. Cannot forget condoms.”
Virgil chuckled at his girlfriend’s words. He was no longer a young man but …
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Exeter, California was about as exiting as an empty movie theater but that did stop Jackie from having a smile on her face.
The wind was loud and harsh as Jackie hopped up the few wooden steps of her best friends house, backpack slung over her back and bouncing off her rather thin and boney back. The bag contained some clothes and her toothbrush but mostly it was more odd things that filled her bag. She smoothed down her wild blonde hair before ringing the bell.
The street lights from behind were starting to click on, a sign she should hurry home but she was spending the night with her best friend, Marilyn and she was going to introduce her friend to the world of witchcraft, namely love spells. Jackie truly believed she was a witch, not by r…
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Marie looked at the horizon, coasters tore out of palm trees and scraped at the blue sky above them. “Mrs. Brown?” said a voice, she heard the voice but the voice sounded far away, in another land perhaps. The voice was dry and wispy like the rattle of willow leaves. “Mrs. Brown? Earth to Mrs. Brown!”
Marie turned and saw Clyde, who had just gotten out of the car. He handed his camera to her, she caught a whiff of him, Axe body spray and pot. The display screen on his camera cast a magical moony glow. Dense and dark and still smelling of summer, the trees laced their branches across the parking lot from the little picnic area.
Marie’s last name was not Brown, she just happened to have a crush on a guy who’s last name was Brown. “You want me …
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Theresa Terri Dolan’s scariest moment in life was her summons to Jury Duty. To everyone who simply passed Terri on the street or who knew her about as well as someone she saw briefly every morning, they thought she was well off and lived a decent life and if Jury Duty was the scariest moment in her life, she must be doing something right!
Her life was well off, she was not rich but she was not poor either. And for a fleeting moment, if Jury Duty was the worst thing to happen since her father died almost ten years ago, Terri had little to no room to complain. But she held a secret away from the people who passed her by on the street, the people she saw everyday, her friends, everyone.
The only person to know was her sister. It was almost as i…
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This happened in the summer of 2012, my fiancé, now my ex, came to visit me in Fullerton from England. We were in a long distance relationship. While he was visiting me, I decided to show him my favorite town in California, Yermo. It was the place I explored my first abandoned building, it was the place where I got bit by the urbexing bug. He had never been.
Before we stopped in at my favorite diner in town, I decided to take him to explore an abandoned mechanic’s garage on the edge of the town. or at least the main drag.
He was into cars, so I figured it’d be a cool thing to show him. By no means was the building beautiful. It was a brown stucco structure. Not that uncommon in a place like California. But inside, she was beautiful. Ye…
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The digital alarm clock approached the alarm time, 8:50 A. M. Early for a party-going college student of 21 years. Verda Gohlinghorsh woke up, with a minute left to go before her alarm would ring out its loud song. It was Sunday, and the only reason she woke up this early on Sundays was so she could get back into the swing in time for Monday.
Verda was happy about no classes today, her right eye felt funny, like something was stuck in the tear duct, something like a superball; those fifty cent pieces of crap that little boys are always bouncing. She padded her way to the bathroom, praying this wasn’t some shitty sty. If it was, Parker would have to come over and play the super hero boyfriend for Verda, then laugh at her fear of eye balls.
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I live in Jackson, Missouri and when my cousin and me were much younger, we enjoyed going to Farmington Water Park. But ever since she started high school, we had really become distant. My cousin is only three years younger than me, so when she attended my high school, she saw the seventeen-year-old version of me that was not the sixteen-year-old version of me and that version died when I was 18.5 years old. I was wild.
I was dating a girl, drinking booze, going to dances and sneaking out to make-out with my girlfriend. So, she blended in with the snobs at Jackson High. I dropped out and went into home school, around that time, she had gotten in trouble with drinking at a party. Not with the law, but with a boy. They had a sloppy night toge…
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It has been a while since I have updated my journal so I thought I would let everyone know that I am working on a major music project right now. I am excited because I am getting my songs officially produced.
If you want to check out my music and support the project, you can follow the links below.
Check out my Facebook Music Page: https://www.facebook.com/EmmaLeeDownsMusic
Check out my Reverbnation Page: http://www.reverbnation.com/emmaleedowns
Check out my Sound Cloud Page: https://soundcloud.com/emma-lee-downs
Check out my MySpace Music Page: https://myspace.com/emma-lee-downs
Check out my YouTube Music Page: https://www.youtube.com/user/MadamWriterGal
Keep updated about my music project here: https://emmaleedowns.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/prod…
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Hello everyone! I am just making this entry to announce that I have had some of my stories and poems published in different collections. I am really excited! I will also be publishing other stories and poems soon. I will be posting updates as more of my work is published in different collections and on various websites.
I Published Two Stories In Delightful Horrors: Tales From the Darkest Corners of the Web
The book collection was put together by Kenneth Kohl.
My story, ‘Don’t Eat The Sandwiches’ appears on page 5.
My story, ‘Paranormal HQ TV’ appears on page 115.
Two of my stories, ‘Don’t Eat The Sandwiches’ and ‘Paranormal HQ TV’ have been published in this literary collection.
You can see a preview of it on Amazon by following this l…
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I had four of my art pieces featured on Equestria Daily!
You can find my featured art pieces here: http://www.equestriadaily.com/2015/05/artisan-pony-crafts-compilation-64.html
The art pieces featured were:
MLP Key Chains: http://lyraalluse.deviantart.com/art/MLP-Key-Chains-408276214
MLP Beaded Cosplay Ears: http://lyraalluse.deviantart.com/art/MLP-Beaded-Cosplay-Ears-511491262
Octavia Cutie Mark Fashion Necklace: http://lyraalluse.deviantart.com/art/Octavia-Cutie-Mark-Fashion-Necklace-438385915
Vinyl Scratch Cutie Mark Fashion Necklace: http://lyraalluse.deviantart.com/art/Vinyl-Scratch-Cutie-Mark-Fashion-Necklace-438386702
I also had nine of my art pieces featured in the film Faye's Redemption!
You can see my featured art pieces by checking out…
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