When I was fourteen, my father passed away. A friend of my mom’s took pity on the situation, and invited us to go and stay with him and his family in the state of Washington, a dull, gray state. I had spent a good portion of my life in Washington state, in a town known as Puyallup. My mom’s friend lived in Maple Valley, which was about 30 minutes away from Puyallup. My mom promised me we’d hit up all the old places we used to go to in Washington.
One of the first places we went was my old elementary school. Some of my younger teachers I had there, still taught there; it was really cool catching up with them. Though the reason I was there in the first place was anything but cool. My second grade teacher gave me access to the playground, tol…
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Robin Chertock walked into the lobby of the Las Vegas hotel she and her new husband – so brand new and shiny – were staying at and looked around. It was the Luxor, a place Robin had been and seen, a place she knew, but this place had taken on a new shine, a new feeling. Did a wedding ring really do all of that? She glanced out of the wide automatic doors and swooned, her brand new husband, was outside, taking a smoke break. He thrilled her with love, passion and romance.
Their wedding reception had just ended, leaving them with a romantic ride back on the lit up Strip. The thought in Robin’s head were not at all becoming of the lady her mother had raised. Now, it was time to consummate. Robin made her way to the elevator, the one that’d ta…
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Kjerstan Munoz drove down a small dirt road that cut through the forest in a small little town nestled in Pennsylvania; it was nearing midnight and the only light that accompanied Kjerstan was the headlights.
Usually the moon accompanied Kjerstan on her drives home, but the treetops did a good job blocking it out. She was fresh out of high school, eighteen and worked nights in a tattoo pallor in the main stretch of town; an odd thing for such a small town to have, but you gotta keep up with the times.
Kjerstan hated driving home at night, alone. This was, through the woods, got shit reception on the radio, so she could not even have a DJ or a band for company, but this way, through the woods, was the quickest and easiest way for her to get h…Read more >
My boyfriend lives out in the boonies, the country; I don’t mind, I love the country. I love the pure darkness, the dead silence, I mean, who wouldn’t? You can watch a horror movie on the loudest volume and bother no one; and I mean no one. It’s really fucking great! One night, this particular night of the story, was All Hallows Eve. I never celebrated October 30th, only October 31st.
He was a tad worried about working that night, leaving me home alone with all the trouble. But I managed to persuade him I’d be fine. I put on the film All Hallows Eve, a great horror film. A tad scary, Art the Clown is terrifying. Good job filmmakers. It was on the story about the aliens, and a knock came upon the door; the moon had been hiding behind the can…Read more >
Dawn Butter had pulled into a little fill station in the desert; her car’s gas gauge needle was hovering right above the E- which for most driver’s stood for Evil or Expensive and not for Empty. Dawn knew she had a few good miles to go, 25, 50 at least, before the car would sputter to an unmovable stop and then she would be beating on the wheel, as if that would somehow, magically, move the car towards her destination, home.
She got out of her car, stepping a pumped foot out onto the dusty concrete below her. Dawn grabbed the pump and began to fill her car, watching the gallons filled and money numbers go up and up and up. Once she filled her gas tank, $56.00 later, she got back into her car. Before Dawn could even start her car, the attend…Read more >