Nightmare on a Tin Backsplash_Incandescence_Handed Neatly and Politely_The Monster Above The Bed
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Nightmare on a Tin Backsplash
The incessant beeping of Eden Clarke’s alarm on her two-month-old, first of its kind, smart phone rang. Eden woke from her from a pleasant slumber. Invigorated by the feeling of elation and adoration from her inspirational dream featuring her newest catchphrase, she sighed as she rolled over on her name-brand online only mattress, paid for by sponsors and fans of her, to shut off the ringing coming from her phone. As she opened one eye, she saw she had a message amongst the barrage of notifications from social media sites, blogs, and vlogs. Eden’s stomach fluttered; she saw the message was f...
Incandescence
I have to get out... I have to get out! I have to-!I sit upright immediately, spluttering and coughing until my throat felt sore. I blinked around, feeling disorientated. I was on my front porch, supine, and for a few seconds, my mind is as blank as new canvas. Everything felt fine, like I had no cares in the world anymore, and that I was ethereal.Slowly rising to my feet, I brushed the dirt off of my black jeans...Why am I covered in soot?I turn to open my front door (which looked like it was made of charcoal) and jiggle the handle. It was locked, and I couldn't locate a key.I broke into anot...
Handed Neatly and Politely
He was sitting there, alone, reading. The cover of the novel was ripped off. The first page was almost ripped off as well. It looked as if it was held on by just a strand of hair. He stood up a little, but something in his mind made him sit back down. The novel was a mystery to him. He couldn’t stop finding new pages that he kept accidentally skipping. He found the novel next to a towel. A very filthy towww.onedoor.ccwel. An orange, dirt covered, stained towel. The book had scribbles and notes on the inside, and the title and author were not present. It was as if someone erased them from the book. The book...
The Monster Above The Bed
He climbed into his bed that night, his warm brown eyes filled with happiness and light as his father tucks him into bed. He asks for a story, but no story appears. Its too late and the boy needs some sleep. With a kiss on the cheek, the father leaves the room, and with a flourish, the door is shut.The boy's breath holds as he listens for his father's footsteps to fall away before he asks the question that came every night."God, may you please protect me?"Under his bed, an audible whisper escapes my lips. "Thomas?""Yes, God?" The little boy asks, hope filling his voice."Have you been a good bo...