2nd April 2019, 4:03am I found pizza in my bed! It was the morning after our return from London and, because of my internal clock still ticking on UK time, I woke up at 4am in desperate need to pee. I pulled the blanket aside and could see in the faint light of the pre-dawn morning that there was something in my bed. It had the size of my thumb nail and my first thought was that it was some sort of mutant bug. I picked it up; it was cold and squishy. In the bathroom light I could clearly identify it as a small piece of pizza covered in…
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A fun old-fashion family Christmas…in Berlin
For the life of me I can’t remember what time we would always be expected at my grandmother’s for Christmas Day dinner, but here I was slightly shivering in my Christmas outfit as we rode up the elevator to the 16th floor. It was already dark, but that didn’t mean much, because the sun set at 3pm in Berlin during the winter months and wouldn’t really show its face until summer when it refused to set until after 10pm. The trip from our apartment to my grandmother’s was not long at all. It probably took a total of two minutes maximum, once the elevator decided to show up. I…
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A Vampire Story – Excerpt
… I tossed and turned for a long time before sleep finally found me, but it was soft and peaceful until I woke up early the next morning. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but the sight that greeted me at my window was worth the short night. Outside snow was gently falling. I smiled, picked up my robe and looked for the tin of cook’s shortbread cookies I had hidden in the dresser and made for the bedroom door. It was a tradition of Isabella and I to wake each other up, should we notice snow falling in the middle of the night. We would sit in the…
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A Haunting
Hi, I’m Elliot and I’m haunted by a spirit. And I’m scared. Well, I’m not scared of the spirit, because it’s only a spirit in need and only happens to visit in the days leading up to Halloween, I’m scared, because I feel it needs my help and I don’t know how! I don’t know how or when exactly it happened, but maybe I should start from the beginning. What I do know is this: I know his name. I know what he used to do and everything that is easy available through an extensive search on the internet, considering he used to be relatively famous. I know, I know,…
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Ireland
Green is all I see. Rich, luscious green landscape and rough rocks placed in the rich soil is all I see. The wind whips about my hair from behind. It is just as rough as those rocks, but it feels liberating. There is a force stronger than myself on the face of this earth and it gripped me well. I turn to face the open Atlantic Ocean. I stand on the edge of an incredibly deep cliff and watch as the enormous waves crash mercilessly into the rocks beneath me with thunderous violence. I breathe the clean, fresh air. What a difference it is from the polluted city smog. I…
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A.J. The phone operator
3pm and the work day just begins now for A.J. The senior manager of the telephone operated survey company that has been his source of income for the past 20 years. 20 years of sitting at home in his office, equipped with the newest gadgets to ensure the best telephone, internet and survey connections are available to him. Everything and anything that could ensure his success at the company has been invested in, everything except noise-proof building material that made up the ceiling of his basement home office and the advancement of science for the prevention of his dwindling hearing. A.J. is starting…
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Two Stories, Part One
May 23/1898 5:45am, just before the sun rose above the eastern horizon that was the home to Anne’s family, Tecumseh, Anne herself rose, disgruntled and sticky from the night’s humid air. It was all too known that Windsor only had two seasons; summer and winter. Residents of this newly appointed city may receive the occasional treat or tease, whichever one prefers, by enjoying a lovely day of spring or fall temperatures coupled with the breathtaking sights and smells of either season. All that; however, did not bother Anne this early morning. Rising an hour earlier than she was used to for the plain purpose of folding paper flowers in…
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Dear Norman
My dearest, at the present moment I’m tucking along on this very bumpy train (as you can see by my childish chicken scratch), thinking of you. It is the 4th of December sometime in the late afternoon. I lost track of time hours ago, no, days ago. The sun is fast setting behind the snow-covered horizon. The little fluffy clouds in the darkening sky have turned a deep, rich pink, almost red. They are beautiful! Mother Nature has tucked the earth in for its long winter’s nap. Nothing can be seen for miles except whiteness and bare trees. A natural solitude that affords peace,…
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Metamorphosis
Part One The sun, warm, but not hot, kisses my face as I look up into the clear blue sky. There is life all around me. There is joy everywhere, or so I am told. The birds sing their morning song as the sun peaks over the easterly horizon. A day that could be filled with joy and laughter, or sorrow and pain. There is joy all around me, there is laughter everywhere, but I hear none. I am numb. No one knows the pain I feel. No one cares about the pain I feel throughout my monotonous day. How could they, I smile everyday. “Smiley” is my name…
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Daniel’s Story
It was the beginning of the school year and the cool, brisk wind of the cloudy mornings let one feel summer had left and was not to return for the rest of the year. Daniel was walking down the old maple-lined path that would eventually lead to the Brighton schoolhouse one Wednesday morning. He carried himself straight and proud, had his books skilfully flung over his shoulder and held the end of the leather strap that securely bound them while they were bouncing off his lower back with every step he took. His other hand rested elegantly in the pocket of his trousers. The morning dew still hung on the…
