The Silence_The Winter Cabin_Tastes Like Chicken_Truth be Told
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The Silence
It was one month to the day after George’s funeral when the silence came. The house, which had been quiet and empty since they hoisted his corpse out of the easy chair he lived in, was even quieter and emptier than usual, as if there was an invisible weight in the air. At first I told myself that I was being paranoid, or that grief was playing tricks on my mind. That’s certainly what my daughter, Mandy, would say. The grandkids would probably trot out some pseudo-scientific term for these delusions that they had read about on the internet, but I have never been able to keep up with all that s...
The Winter Cabin
I had worn a tank top in defiance of my sentence to exile. Everyone had heard the stories of the Winter Cabin. Judge Taylor liked to send some of the worst cases there. As lowww.onedoor.ccng as they hadn’t straight up murdered someone. Apparently he drew the line there. I had briefly considered whether it was worth going to real jail for the rest of my life for murder to escape the Winter Cabin. All I knew was that the people who went in came out different. Without the spirit and fire they had gone in with. Well. They weren’t going to break me.The tank top had been a bad idea though. At one point, the road...
Tastes Like Chicken
*Author’s Note: “Tastes Like Chicken” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters/events.*“I'm not giving you a peanut every time you have a bath.”FWEET.“Don't make me whistle again you stubborn little weasel! Wave your tail at me all you like, but it won’t change my mind. We're running low on them...we're running low on everything.“Are you being like this because I cooked that rat? I don't know how many times I have to explain this to you, but they're not the same. It's like you're a horse and they’re cows...it's just different...
Truth be Told
Ever since my little sister, Adila, could speak she never told a lie. Now I know what you’re thinking, that’s not possible, no one can be that honest, I know it may be hard to believe but my sister always spoke the truth, good or bad. No one knows why I’ve tried getting her to lie, but it’s no use she just won’t lie. All I’ve ever gotten her to do was say a half-truth. It used to be small things, like who ate the last cookie, and who broke the chair. But now she’s really done it, let me explain. A couple of weeks ago Adila wanted to go to a party with her friends, but since our parents would b...