Darryn the Vicious stood on the brightly lit field and waited for the final hero to show his face. He had planned this encounter for weeks, carefully picking his location and determining what would give him his biggest audience yet. The football field off of Claremont worked perfectly. It was the Thursday night Thanksgiving game… Read More
Tag: creative writing
The Call of the Mermaid
It was my third day trapped out at sea. My throat was dry from lack of water. My body hurt as gentle waves continued to push the scrap metal I laid on. It was one of the bigger pieces of the plane that had survived the wreckage. I was cut and bruised and convinced that… Read More
Always Rolling
There was a breeze. No, not a breeze. A wind. Or maybe it was something in between a breeze and being windy. Is there such a thing? If there wasn’t, there should be. The gusts created noises that crashed all around me. I swayed back and forth on my back, listening to it. My eyes… Read More
Over a Shoulder
I wished the bedroom was darker. There was always just enough light from the street that would illuminate the room to give it an eerie glow. Shadows were casted onto the walls from figures I couldn’t see. Tall, hulking shadows. Small, crouching shadows. Thin and gangly shadows. All the sizes and shapes of figures that… Read More
