The walls were shaking from the thunder. The low rumble was scary to George. He hated thunder. His mother used to read him his favorite story in moments like these. When it thundered, he would […]
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The Grim Truth (Part 2)
“Jess!” Van screamed. “Death is on your doorstep, Jess!” Van laughed. Shadow let out another sigh. “Who the hell is this?” Jess asked as she opened to door. “Mr. Van calls me Shadow.” “You named […]
The Grim Truth (Part 1)
Van stared at the stars and wondered how he came to wake up in the middle of the forest. He rolled onto his side to admire the bloody hand prints on the tree by the […]
The Package
The back tires of the van were compressed under the weight of the boxes. Rod had felt an emptiness, ever since he lost his wife and son in a car accident. Since then, trying to […]
The Final Story
The wind was blowing through the window. The cold air slapped him in the face as he remembered his whole life flash before him. He remembered the time he took his family to the beach. […]
White Feather (Part 1)
“What is that sound?” Alex whispered to himself. He heard shrieking in the distance and watched as a single white feather gently swayed in the air until it touched down on his shoe. It had […]
The Forest
The red flags were obvious. There was no trail, there were no signs, and he couldn’t hear the traffic from the highway anymore. He knew he had walked too far. Dave had stumbled into the […]
SAD MASK (PART 2)
The morning sun awoke them both. To their surprise, they had both fallen asleep and they awoke to the gentle swaying of the boat. “Waves,” Freddy’s voice quivered. “Waves means fish, Freddy,” Sam said. Sam […]
Sad mask (Part 1)
From the beach he stared out over the ocean. An orange glow highlighted the water as darkness pushed the sun over the horizon and the last wave of the day rippled across his feet. He […]
Stories by Ryan Barnard-Stoker 