The crowd for Gladys Cobbridge's estate sale was composed mainly of curious neighbors wanting an inside glimpse of the woman's decrepit house and to peruse the daily items she touched with her, possibly, murderous hands. They would buy a relic if the price was right. With so low a turnout, a bargain was inevitable. Pots …
The Train Keeps Rolling
Author's Note: This story is inspired by events which happened June 9th-10th, 1912. Historical accuracy has been attempted, but artistic license was also implemented. All errors are my own, be they historical or grammatical. A rooster crowed from a backyard coop somewhere down the dusty lane in the moments before the first rays of dawn …
The room is big.
The room is big. It is as big as a house. It is filled with caskets. They go as far as my eyes can see. I am four years old and it is Tuesday June 9th, 1981. My dad, the deacon of Center Free Will Baptist Church, died the previous day, on June 8th (my …
Augustine’s Hell
Scott sat in his car in the garage. He had buckled his seatbelt out of habit. The garage door was closed and, through the little rectangular windows set into it, he watched the trees in the wind blown night. They danced violently against the sky which was illuminated red/orange by the fires that had erupted …
Down Dee Down (Buzzsaw)
Joel had been unconscious for the better part of two days and on the third his eyes fluttered behind their tissue-thin lids as he spoke his last words: “...they don’t….” His voice croaked the words through a dry throat, squeezed them from his white-caked mouth. He spoke them and died, passing easily from the world. …
Glory Hereafter
The skin around the boy’s neck was bruised to black from the tightness of the iron collar. His eyes bulged and he had to open his mouth wide to capture a breath. Three poles were fastened to the collar, long enough so the men who held them were out of reach should the boy try …
Still Waters
The night his father died, Jeff Olliet's lungs were full of the same crepe myrtle and Spanish moss that teased his nose now in the full swelter of day. He leaned on the tree, listening to the congregation in the church singing about the sweet by and by as the river accompanied their chorus. He …
The Bite
The decision to lance the boil on his face didn’t scare Gerry. Why visit a doctor and pay good money for something he could easily do? Holding his knife (the one with the coon hound on the grip-- his nicest, cleanest pocket knife), he readied himself for the first slice into the ping-pong sized protuberance. …
A Dark Engine
As the sun set the rain began, an early Spring rain that doubled the dark between the lazy flashes of lightning and rips of thunder, making the neon sign- Ellroy’s Diner, Pizza, Burgers, Beer- all the brighter at the edge of the highway. The crowd was sparse at the diner, but it wasn’t the rain …
The Long Summer
Author's Note: This story has not had a proper second draft. It was the summer before our freshman year at Tawesville Central High School that Ben Tork died. Ben was one half of the Tork twins, the other half being his sister Brandy, and by all accounts he was a stand-up guy. He was a …