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Billy sat on the front step of his house with Flip, his cat, minding his own business when Elmira Kane ran up to him. She pointed her finger, still sticky from sucking taffy. “I know your secret, Billy Collins!” she declared. Billy gulped. Her chunky grin exposing the blackness between her missing teeth, she announced, “You're in love with the teacher!” His ears burned red beneath his baseball cap. “I knew it!” Elmira ski...

2. Astounding...

“Billy? What in tarnation are you doin' out of your bed at this time of night?”

“Pa, Pa, come on, you gotta see this!” “Billy? What in tarnation are you doin' out of your bed at this time of night?” “Pa, never mind, come on, it's awesome...” “Martha! Did you know the boy was outside?” “No, Bob, I surely didn't!” “Oh, come on, come on, you gotta see it!” “This better be good boy 'cos you is in a heap of trouble...” “Yes Pa, but look, see?” “Oh my Lord, would you look at that! You see that, Martha?” “I...

I hit play and watch myself in the recording. But what I see isn't what I remember. All I can remember is being knocked down after seeing a wide shouldered shadow following me. Was it a man or a woman? I can't even tell. I sit back in my living room, curled up on my couch, trying to catch my breath after what I just saw. I re-watch the video, hoping that it will help reality sink in. The video starts with my face, a faint...

The ball’s in your court

You, sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble

My mind is like a giant wool ball. Every time I make the effort of unravelling it, I end up with a few persistent knots I never seem able to undo. I am quite stubborn myself and I can’t help overanalysing situations when something specific is hovering around my head. And most of the time that ‘something’ is most certainly a ‘he’.You, Sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble...

He opened his eyes and found himself floating over his own bed. He watched in surprise as his body below shifted restlessly in sleep. He tried to re-enter his body but found he was unable. He felt an oppression in the room, trying to wake up but finding himself stuck in his dream, unable to enter his sleeping form again. As he looked away from his bed for the first time he noticed a giant bubble emerging through the open...

Evila

One day, a boy finds out his world isn't the only one that exists.

And then I shot up from bed. The weather is acting up. I had a bad dream, but what was it? I can’t remember. . . Wait, where is she? Is she okay? I have to check up on her. I don’t know why, but I think she’s in danger! This is what the boy thought to himself as he awoken from an unpleasant slumber, only to be confronted with these feelings of concern and uncertainty. The boy gets up from his bed. He sees that it is dark...

He grabbed an incense stick and lit it,Watching the tip glowing, he remembered.It wasn’t something he wanted to remember,But it came to him. The fire. It took his family,His friends and his sanity.It left him with a fear of fire,And yet, he became an arsonist.He started fires to cope.He tried to comprehend the power,But all it led to was senseless destruction.Not just of whatever he set fires to, but him.He destroyed hims...

The Boy in the Well

Beware the Well on Old Jerry's field

Not long ago, in a small town in the United States, schoolchildren often had to walk past Old Man Jerry's field. Cautiously, they walked by the field every day before and after school. The children walked slowly, taking in the dark magic of the field. Old Man Jerry's field was an old grass field that caught all the townsfolk’s attention. Once a month, Jerry would trim the grass on the field, keeping it neat and clean. He...

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The Boy with One Eye

If someone calls you insane or dissident or strange, it is just that they are half blind

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And he said nothing in return. He decided to...

A True Account of the All-Girl Catfight

Who fought, what about, who won, and why was he there?

It was a real hair-pulling, clothes tearing, head knocking, rolling in the dirt, screaming and hollering catfight between two high school girls. At issue was which one would get to be the, let’s just say, the latest flame of a guy by the name of Sonny Barnhill.It’s what they thought, anyway. That’s why I sat in a front row seat, enjoying the show but worrying about what might happen afterward.Now some of you may be wonder...

Empathetic Eyes

A story about a boy and his spirit guide

Empathetic Eyes Not too long ago, in a city very like your own there lived a boy. One who possessed a very special gift. He was able to see the world around him and all manner of spirits which lived in it. Because of this he also had a close relationship with his spirit guide who took the form of black cat with both a blue eye and a green one. Always at his side she stayed guiding him towards the truth and his ideal self....

Mary: First Observation I am Mary Cobbler. I live in Far East Territory Region 1 of the God’s Domestic Haven Sect. I do not know what I want out of life, because all my life I have been told that I only need two things: to live a Godly life and to please my husband and family. But I have a secret I have been keeping. A confession to make that starts by the dark waters of the little bay town where I live. Something I have...

KC Murphy and the dog from hell

The paper boy and the vicious dog.

KC Murphy and the Dog from Hell The oldest one of Murphy’s sons – the one they named “KC”, would rise each morn to the task he’d sworn – tossing papers for a fee. He’d hit the road with a basket load he rolled the night before, for a five-mile ride through the countryside – a fairly daunting chore. He’d make the trip at a modest clip – almost all the way, but a dreaded trial on the final mile would always spoil his day. I...

The Train Ride

Autistic boy and his weekend train ride.

Saturday’s bus and train ride was quite a challenge. We left home about 12:00 p.m. and went to our usual weekend stop at McDonald’s for your fries. Then we took the Kennedy bus to the Kennedy Station where the subway trains was not working until Victoria Park Subway. Oh! Oh! I thought, sure enough Elijah was crying when the train was not coming and I had to take him on the emergency shuttle bus to Victoria Park. He wanted...

Ain't It Funny?

Precursor to Reunion

Boy meets girl Girl meets boy They become close Hanging out, Sharing secrets, Swearing to protect One another Girl marches across The stage; Boy graduates from summer school. They lose contact, Secretly wishing they Will meet again. Several years later, Girl spies boy Via social networking page Boy is happy to hear from her And sees his girl again Girl moved to a different state Boy has girlfriend In same state of his gir...