Tales from the Abyss: The Rain is Falling Down, Falling Down

It was a lovely warm evening in Scottsdale. The sky was clear, allowing the stars to shine brightly through. The days of fog had finally cleared up. Roger strolled down the hill, one of the town’s many walking trails. It was a short walk to and from town, and he didn’t have to worry about … More Tales from the Abyss: The Rain is Falling Down, Falling Down

The Red Socialite

 I pushed myself away suddenly from a socialite, dressed tightly in black and white. I had spilled my water all over his shirt. I tried to apologize and wipe it off with my napkin. But he shoved me away and walked towards the bathroom. Calming myself, I went to grab a drink and find a … More The Red Socialite

Garden of Evil

Soft crickets echoed in the early evening as Huo made their way toward the gate in front of them. They wanted to pick some witch hazel to prepare for Fashi. It seemed like a simple task, and the garden was only a few miles away from where Huo lived. Walking into the gate was no … More Garden of Evil

Vindicta

Monday the 17th: 7:37 a.m.: She staggered through the hallway, dragging herself across the blue wallpaper. It had all been a blur of events. She’d been in her bedroom, kissing the neighborhood boy. Then without warning, she was stabbed and dragged out the door. Once he was satisfied with stabbing her, he left somewhere outside. … More Vindicta

Sewer

“I hate doing this kinda work,” John grumbled as he and his coworker headed towards their designed job in the sewers. It was the worst part of their day. They had to clean up all the sewage waste in the east tunnel, an unpleasant but necessary job. “I do too,” Paul retorted. “But it pays … More Sewer

Doll Face

I’d just moved in with a roommate. I was in college and had been dealing with family issues back home. The location was a bit far from my university, but I didn’t mind too much. The town I moved to was where one of my closest friends lived. Her name was Jackie. Jackie and I … More Doll Face

The Last Present

“Come on Tommy, it’s not far into the woods. We can make it by sundown!” Tommy paused, grabbing his sister’s wrist. She nearly dropped her basket. “Tommy!” she hissed. “Let go of my arm, we have to go deliver this before we can’t!” “Polly, maybe we should go home,” he said. “Rethink this. I know … More The Last Present