Short Story #12: Taming of the Shoe, Pt. 2.Short Story #12: Taming of the Shoe, Pt. 2.Short Story #12: Taming of the Shoe, Pt. 2. by ~999inthedark
by Brandon Bird
“Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!” Molly screamed and yelled.
The dark figure shakes his finger to the girl. “I don't have a hold of you. You are free to go, if that is your wish.”
Molly looked confused. She stood to her feet, looked at the dark figure, then looked away, seeing a door. An image of lightning came to her mind, the lightning that had come out of her hand to strike at her mother. She shook her head, to clear the image, and began to try to walk towards the door, but her feet would not move. Her eyes darted back to the dark figure again. “Why won't you let me go?! Let me go, THIS INSTANT!”
“The only thing holding you from leaving this place, is you.”
Molly looked confused again. “What, what do you mean? I want to leave.”
“No you don't.”
“Yes, I do!” she yelled at him.
“If you did, you would be out of the door right now. Yet you
Short Story #11: Pancakes for Dinner.Short Story #11: Pancakes for Dinner.Short Story #11: Pancakes for Dinner. by ~999inthedark
Words given by a good friend, and my test reader, Kelli.
This is an extension to “Short Story #3: Mushroom Gardener, Please.”
“Henry? We're going to pack up and move.”
“Is that where daddy is?”
May paused as she heard this question, then gave a sigh and looked down. “No. Daddy won't be there with us.”
“Daddy, well, go pack your things, I can't talk about it right now.”
“Why not? Don't you miss daddy? I've heard you say so in your sleep. Mommy, why is dad not back yet?”
May began to tear up a little. “I'll tell you what happened when you are older. Now, please, pack.”
“Okay, mommy.” Henry went to go pack, and they would soon move, but not before May sent a reply letter back to her husband, Frank who left them four months earlier.
Henry sat up, coming out of
Short Story #10: Only One Place to Stand.Short Story #10: Only One Place to Stand.Short Story #10: Only One Place to Stand. by ~999inthedark
by Brandon Bird.
This week's words:
Given by a good friend.
“Today is a good day.” Leroy said to himself as he looked into the mirror and began to brush his teeth with one of his friend's special tooth paste that would keep the teeth cleaner and safer for longer than any other brand on the market to date.
As he finished,he placed his tooth brush back into the slot it goes in when finished, and headed upstairs to a gathering of people, and with smells of a barbecue around. As he walked into the very large room, people noticed and began to clap as he approached the front of the room. When he got there, he turned to everyone.
“Alright, alright, settle down.” The people quieted down their clapping, and began to listen. “So, I know this is a little bit of a downer to start off with, but, I give all credit of this to my old friend, Michael D. Derriter. We all know of his death