Tag: writing

  • The Mist

    A shrill cry echoed in the mist and suddenly, I knew exactly what had happened. I knew it was my sister, but I didn’t know how to reach her. Or where she was exactly. All I knew was Ava had been kidnapped. And she had been kidnapped by a spirit. But was a spirit a…

  • Shining Star

    As the feather drifted toward me, I wondered if I had done the right thing and not for the first time.  I had auditioned for the school play on a whim and was surprised I had gotten a part.  In reality, I was not interested in acting, but more interested in Ryan.  He had been…

  • The Power of the Cross

    When the air turned black, I knew I was in trouble. The black only meant one thing, that Adam was back. Adam was back and I knew I would be punished. I knew hiding wouldn’t work, that I would just have to wait for him to arrive. As I waited for Adam to find me,…

  • My Best Friend

    No one believed me when I told them the moon was my best friend.  The moon was the only one who listened, but that was also the other problem.  No one believed me when I told them the moon listened to my midnight wonderings.  My stories.  My parents were often gone and I knew I…

  • Hollow

    “Everything inside me is hollow. I can’t… I just can’t believe…” Isabelle stopped in mid-sentence and in mid-stride. I watched her from my bedroom window and wondered what she was saying to herself. Why she seemed to be in such a panic. She was acting like everything had gone just as horribly as it did…

  • The Tourist

    I knew she was a tourist from the exact moment she got out of her BMW. No one here drove a BMW and everyone knew the spot she was in was Mr. Murphy’s spot. Not one local had ever dared to park in his spot. Everyone knew he was an old mob boss and we sensed…

  • The Worst Play

    I knew the play wasn’t going to go well, but I couldn’t stay away. Frankie was going to fail and I had to see it. He had been raving about the screenwriting when everyone else told me how terrible it actually was. I knew I should warn him what the critics were going to say,…

  • The Lakehouse

    The scrap of paper inched closer to me with every passing minute.  There was no wind, no breeze, there was no way the paper should be moving on its own.  I wondered if I should be worried, but decided probably not. How could a tiny piece of paper be something to worry about? I had too…

  • 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…

  • The Raging Storm

    The storm was coming and I knew there was no way to avoid it.  I knew I should have left, but I couldn’t convince myself to leave my house.  If it was destroyed, I would accompany it.  All my worldly memories and possessions were tied up in this three bedroom house and I knew I…