All Are Welcome_Dead again_The Crawl Space_THE TIDES OF MEMORY
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All Are Welcome
For some reason, they always knew she would let them in. And for some reason, she always did.They would turn up with the face of someone who looked familiar, but not, like a memory distorted. They smelled of fresh leaves and musty fungus. They had glittering obsidian eyes, and ragged, patchy hair.They always wore red.They would come to Eve’s home, and once they were installed she almost never saw them. Merely upon waking she would notice a lamp had disappeared or a rug replaced by woven winter moss. Dozens of smaller changes she only wondered about. (Had the aloe been turned, just so?)One nigh...
Dead again
Note: The words in italics represents the point of view’s thoughts. *** ‘Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!’ I opened my eyes to the noisy sound of the alarm clock which I had set to 8am today because it was my lecture free day. I slept late because I was working on my manuscript. The sun was out early and it was like it had risen to blind my eyes with its morning rays, I closed my eyes. I reached out my hand to the ringing alarm clock with was on the table beside my bed, I brought my hand down violently to slap the alarm clock like I usually do because the pwww.onedoor.ccower button doesn’t work anymore.I sat up and I p...
The Crawl Space
By: Danie Reynolds"This is disgusting," Taylor commented as she made a face and dropped a half-full soda cup with gum in it into the garbage bag she was holding."Yeah. Who knew that a group of seven teens could make this bad a mess," Myra said sarcastically. "Thanks for helping clean up. Once the food ran out, everybody else was gone.""No prob. My curfew's midnight, but if I was helping you clean up a party, my parents will congratulate me instead of yelling." Taylor laughed, a twinkle in her eye.Myra laughed along with her, then groaned when she looked over and saw the state the theater was i...
THE TIDES OF MEMORY
‘Your father’s not coming home tonight. The food is getting cold.’ Worry was scribbled all over my mother’s face. I switched off the TV and joined her at the dining table. I was starving. My stomach rumbled. I was tired of waiting. I mumbled a short prayer and blessed the food. I was raised right. We were a small family of three and it felt a little awkward sitting down for a meal without the head of the table around. All that notwithstanding I took my plate of food with much relish and started eating.The door swung open unexpectedly and its impact so frightening that I let go off my plate. It...