She could have walked in any moment tonight. Proposing for a few drinks. Or movies...anything to delay that moment she dreaded when she enters home only to be greeted by a deafening silence. She said it made her miss her late husband. When he was alive, he used to greet her arrival with an interview about her day at the office. He knew everybody in her department without having met them and he inquired about them every night when she arrives. Every night for how many years. And so now, coming home in total silence felt weird to her as if there is something missing somewhere.
He understands now what she meant. He feels exactly the same way tonight. It is- as he explains to himself, a result of habit: he has grown so used to her being around and now that she’s gone, he still finds himself anticipating her to appear at the doorway whenever the door swings open during late hours.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 151 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 151
When Sal stopped at the coffee shop and ordered his white chocolate vanilla bean cappuccino with double espresso and cinnamon sprinkles, he thought that his day was going to be boring. He would soon find out that he was very, very, wrong.
He walked out into the crisp September morning and smiled. He liked boring. He liked his boring job as a medical account auditor. He liked his boring champagne colored Nissan. He even liked his mundane marriage.
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BE THIS TALE'S TOP
and see your name on this scroll
Chapter One:New Seats Aren’t My Thing
Have you ever been put into a situation you just couldn’t get yourself out of? I have. My name is Emily Waller and today I got blamed for something I didn’t do and couldn’t convince anyone I didn’t do it. This was the start of something I truly didn’t want.
Category: Novel / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 34 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 34
God, what have I done to deserve this. I had always thought that I'd led a good life; don't got me wrong, I'm no saint, but for some reason I've been chosen to be the victim of this unimaginable horror. I'm recording this in desperate hope that I am the last to set foot in this unholy place. My story is of the utmost importance. I have little time so I must be quick because I have much to tell. Lack of food and water has taken its toll, so I know that the next time she comes, I won't be able to resist her again.
It started about a week ago or maybe it has been only a couple of days, it all seems the same in this timeless place. I needed a break and there was a beautiful day beginning in Halifax, Nova Scotia. This was my day off from work, so I decided to take my eighteen-foot, one-man sailboat out for a trip up the coast.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 47 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 45
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