The Funeral

Mae didn’t know how she was going to survive the funeral. Not that she could remember much of it so far. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to remember it, or why it ever happened at all. But the more she let that thought pass through her mind, the more guilt built up inside…

Arabella

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? January 30th. My small town was blanketed in heavy fog and the air felt different than usual. Everything, and everyone, slumbered on, breathing rhythmically almost. The silence was punctuated by the occasional rumble of automobiles as they drove past me. I was walking up the bridge leading home, past the bus stop…

Suspense writing

I stirred. Groggy and disoriented as I was, I was aware of my own blinking, but all I saw was darkness. In my panic, it took me a moment to realise that was in a pitch black room—a cell? Basement? It was freezing cold, my teeth chattered so hard my jaw had begun to hurt….

The Wish

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Hazel was wrapped around my arms when Jean woke. Smiling, he pressed his lips against the crook where her neck and shoulder meet—”Happy birthday, babe,” he had whispered as well—and gingerly unwound myself from her. He carefully sorted the duvet over her before I left the room. Stood in nothing but boxers in a sunlit…

Yellow Car

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I thought about the dream I had last night as I walked down Elmer Street with a homemade bouquet of sunflowers. The sun has yet to rise and everywhere was mostly deserted. Only the sound of the occasional car driving past and my own breathing filled my ears. I would’ve driven…

Unveiled

Heather—or Detective Bertrand as she was always addressed around here—stared at the dead body rigged on of the fire escape. Her eyes narrowed; she felt morbidly curious and sickened all at the same time. She had seen many a grisly murder pockmarking the alleyways of New York during the course of her job, but never…