Extended With An Alternate Ending
Sean sat up in the bed. He shivered as cold sweat clung to his chest and back. It was difficult to breath.
“Babe, what’s wrong,” Amber said in the dark. “The same nightmare?”
His throat was so dry. Swallowing was painful.
“Yeah,” he managed to say.
Yes, it was the same damn nightmare. Only it wasn’t just a nightmare. Continue reading “Ghost Dancer”
Sitting in an old plush chair, Cynthia hummed a melody as she knitted a sweater for her little girl. She was oblivious to the sour and rotting stench of garbage that filled the small house. Continue reading “The Hoarder”
I’m lying here
Desperate for sleep Continue reading “Dreaming of a Nightmare”
He is a serial killer. His victims, all prostitutes and junkies. Before they caught him, the body count was twenty. He always anticipated the day of his capture. His name would be famous like the others. He would go down in history as one of the most prolific killers in the nation. But the charge against him was only for one murder. The funny thing is, he didn’t do it. And today, after eighteen years behind these walls, he will be released.
Word Count: 82
© Josslyn Rae Turner
Photo © Madison Woods
Part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. For more information, go to: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/22-april-2016/
Lying in bed
Clutching my favorite teddy bear
Shivering under the covers
Mommy whispers to me
“Don’t be afraid” Continue reading “Nightfall”
The pen slides across the page
Black ink bleeds on white
Forming words at the speed
Of my own thoughts
Telling stories of truth
And fiction Continue reading “The Fire Still Burns”
Katie put all the crayons and coloring pencils back in the box.
“It’s time to put those away, Zoe,” she said. “Your parents will be mad at me if they catch you up at this hour.”
Zoe kept drawing in her book. She looked very determined to finish her project.
“Zoe,” Katie said.
Zoe drew and drew, her head down, eyes intent. Continue reading “The Drawing”