shortstory
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A Teenage Nightmare The alarm screamed. Mary’s hand slammed down – silencing the morning. She rolled out of bed, stumbled to her calendar, and marked a big “X” on October 29th. Mary let out a deep sigh, “295 days left to graduation. Ugh.” She threw on her usual: high-waisted Mom jeans and a cardigan, yellow,
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It was just another family tradition. Although, one may say, a bit unusual. Repeated year after year, for as long back as anyone can remember, our family has always fed Aunt Martha. At least that is what we called her. She wasn’t really an Aunt at all – in fact she wasn’t even human. Aunt
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I walked into the house and I immediately felt at home. There were cracks running all along the walls from the floor to ceiling, the air was thick with the smell of mold seeping through the floorboards, and I noticed paint chipping away on the walls that were covered in yellow and brown spots. It
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Paige was hungry. Starving. And the stir-fry wafting through the air was making her drool. She took in a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and walked towards the food truck, trying to appear casual in her roughed up jacket, torn tights, and dirty plaid shorts. Thankfully her beanie was covering up her greased up hair she
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Hair: Dark, brownSkin color: OliveHeight: 5’5Eyes: Dark brownSuper power: Ability to disappear and appear at will. I don’t actually disappear into a void – that would be terrifying. I just become invisible. My skin, hair, and nails bend light around itself, so that it casts no shadow and produces no reflection. This goes for anything
Simply Kayla 