They're Just Like Us

They’re Just Like Us (The Finale)

Catch up on the story here Warmth. Something soft beneath me. A crackling fire. Tripp’s voice nearby, groggy, saying “what... what happened?” A scuffling sound. Cool hands pressing against my arm, my face. “Maggie? Maggie wake up.” My eyelids are so heavy and I feel so comfy. I don’t want to wake up. “What did you… Continue reading They’re Just Like Us (The Finale)

They're Just Like Us

They’re Just Like Us (Part 7)

Catch up on the story here Leaves and twigs crunch under our feet as we snake our way through the forest at sundown the next day. We met at one of the trail parking lots and left the cars there, heading deep into the forest, leaving the trails far behind us. The barely-there crescent moon peeked… Continue reading They’re Just Like Us (Part 7)

They're Just Like Us

They’re Just Like Us (Part 6)

Catch up on the story here It’s too early in the morning and the low hanging sun is reflecting orange off the lake when I pull into one of the many parking lots that are stationed along the wooden walking path. The clock on my dash reads 6:59, one minute before Tripp told me to meet… Continue reading They’re Just Like Us (Part 6)

They're Just Like Us

They’re Just Like Us (Part 5)

Catch up on the story here My heart thumps in my chest and I can’t breathe. I’m out of options.  “Brrraaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnsssss” It takes a second for this to process. It sounds like the audio track of a cheesy horror film. I’m so confused and shocked that I blurt out, “What??” His booming laughter fills the empty… Continue reading They’re Just Like Us (Part 5)

They're Just Like Us

They’re Just Like Us (Part 4)

Catch up on the story here My mom has been hugging me for the last 5 minutes. She hasn’t said anything since the sunrise siren except for a few heavy sighs into my hair. Every now and then her grip loosens around me and I think she’s about to pull back but instead she just pulls… Continue reading They’re Just Like Us (Part 4)

100 Prompts

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Short Story – 100 Prompts)

 The mug shattered on the tile floor, splashes of tea lightly stained the robin’s egg blue chairs and walls.  She stood, chest heaving, face red in anger, with her hand still in a claw shape from when she hurled the mug to the ground.   His gentle voice broke the silence of the restaurant. “Honey…”… Continue reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Short Story – 100 Prompts)