“Must you get back to the water?” Luke asked. Advertisements
Every midsummer night, when the veil between the living and the dead is thin, ghost fanatics would visit this collapsed cave, all hoping to catch a glimpse of a girl drawing on the wall like she had been drawing on these walls her whole life.
“We can’t be together,” Cami whined in frustration, “Now stop the car and let me go.”
Note: This story features the character from this story. Kyle shut his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his mind to rest. It had been a long day and week.
It was the first time he walked the city streets in over a decade.
Before he went into hiding, he promised that he would come back to find me when it was safe. “How will you find me?” I asked.
As he cleared his throat, she turned. In a large hat, sunglasses, trench coat, and high heels, she looked like someone from the previous century.
I was eight when it happened.
Every morning at exactly 8, she’d come in with her coffee mug while wearing the stupidest sunglasses.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she tilted her head and admired the twinkling lights coming from the hotel rooms across the road.
I had known Mr. Flower since I was a little girl.
When I first moved in, I didn’t mind the close proximity of my bedroom window to the neighbors but then he moved in next door.
“How to get away with murder? Certainly not like this.” The news reporter said, standing before an art piece that had been vandalized.
“What’s that man doing outside?” Mother said, shaking her head.
One thing I hate about moving is I can never seem to find the things I need.
“Can you tell me a story?” Naomi said softly as her mother tugged her into bed. “The one about the brothers?”
“I wanna be a castaway And leave the world behind Take a tropic holiday Say goodbye to keeping time Wasting away down by the coast Pacifico and chasing lime Easy living down in paradise”
He waited for her by the docks, kept hoping she would show to at least say goodbye.
There is a trail not far from here. Some call it Trail of Doom, while others call this trail the Trail of Boredom.
Dylan stood at the edge of the graffiti rooftop and looked down at the crowd below. “Shut it!” His second-in-command, Chuck, shouted.
Penny stood frozen. “What’s wrong?” Greg asked.
“Daddy, what’s that?” The little girl pointed at something behind me.
I knew something wasn’t right the moment I stepped out of the office. My surroundings hissed and hummed noisily with warnings of a storm.