“The scream, which occurs every day at precisely 3 PM, can be heard from a mile away. Advertisements
“There’s got to be a way to stop this wretched winter!” Jezebel, the eldest of the witch sisters, said, slamming shut the thick book on her lap.
With one hand on the wheel, I undo my tie with the other. Just three hours before, I shouted, “I’m done,” and stalked out.
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
“Jimmy, how many times do I have to tell you?” Mom said in her usual-nagging-southern-accent.
One, two, three, four, I count the seconds-pass mentally as I jab the piece of paper into the slot with my pen.
It was a minute after someone yanked the sack from his head that he registered his surroundings.
Nobody wanted the role. In fact, nobody in their right mind would had wanted the role. To squeeze your feet into those tiny-size-2-boots everyday for six weeks? No, thanks. Why couldn’t they cast a child for this role? The character is a child anyway. Is casting a child really this difficult? I thought angrily as…
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Are you sure this train will take us to the North Pole?” Reggie shouted with his head stuck out the window.
“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” His colleague asks.
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
Genre: Dystopian The alarms shrieked the second I walked into the library followed by flashing red lights.
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…
“I am going to my shack!” Johnny announces.
As she sees the coffee pots and cups on the table, she takes a step forward only to take a step back the next moment.
“I cannot believe this place is still here. I came here all the time when I was a kid.” Sara gasps as she and her husband walks into the umbrella-theme restaurant.
Palms-flat pressing on the tabletop, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, teeth clenching, she glanced up at the full-moon.
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
Dressed in black, she walked alongside the river. Beside her were her brothers, both in black suits and solemn expressions.
She takes in the scene before her before crossing the room to yank the dusty curtains wide open.