Tag: disappearance

  • The Stairway

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking at, but I knew the stairs were leading exactly where I needed to go. Michael was somewhere at the bottom of the stairs and no one else was here to help me get him home. If I didn’t get him home soon,…

  • The Dance

    “We were friends from day one,” James said.  “And then everything changed for reasons beyond my control.”  I sank lower into my seat because I knew exactly what was coming next. James had fallen for my sister and my sister had never wanted anything more. The more time they spent together meant the more James…

  • Silence

    When the song came on, Bill immediately started to cry. I had a strong suspicion it had something to do with Melinda, but I wasn’t sure I could ask. Mainly because I didn’t think he would answer truthfully. Ever since Melinda’s disappearance, Bill had been acting oddly, but wouldn’t give any clues away. As was…

  • The Smell of Decay

    The smell of decay was strong as soon as I stepped onto the porch. I hadn’t visited the house in weeks because I hadn’t wanted to confront the man who was living there unannounced. I had hoped he would leave after the last time I came by and threatened him, but the smell didn’t seem…

  • Monsters

    Just after I died, I sat up.  I hadn’t expected my plan to go so well, but everyone had been convinced I was dead.  I knew I had precious little time to make it out of the house before everyone came back to do my final funeral preparations.  I knew my parents were especially suspicious…

  • Bones

    I knew the bones had not been there yesterday, but where had they come from? And were they human? They seemed to be too small to be human, but I wasn’t sure. Should I call the police just in case? I stood at the edge of the forest and stared at the bones on the…

  • Friends Forever

    I always wondered what kind of a friend I was. Was I the confidant? The rebel? The scapegoat? I wandered from group to group during middle and high school just to see what would happen. Who would accept me? Where could I be my odd self and not worry about what was being said when…

  • The Bus Stop

    I knew something was wrong the moment I arrived at the bus stop. Steve wasn’t there and Steve was always there. And was always there before I showed up. I am the bus rider who shows up just before the bus was scheduled to leave with coffee in one hand and make up in the…

  • Generous and Stupid

    “She was both generous and stupid.  Willing to learn, but unwilling to listen.  Political, but didn’t debate,” I listened to the woman in the seat beside me practice her speech under her breath.  I wondered if she was practicing a eulogy and who the eulogy was possibly for.  As she continued with her preparations, I…

  • Gossips

    I didn’t quite know what I had gotten myself into when I moved to Jones.  I did like the appeal of a small town, but was beginning to regret my decision.  The gossip of living in a small town was something I had anticipated, but not to the extent I found.  Every time I walked into…