Monday, September 22, 2014

Stories 159 and 160

Story 159 (Fan fiction):

Bianca didn't need a test to know if she was Divergent. She saw it every time she looked in the mirror and saw a face that wasn't hers.

Story 160:

When he was alive, DelMarco had always figured that he would never amount to much. Now that he was dead, an ugly vampire, he knew he wouldn't.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Stories 156, 157 and 158

Story 156:

The book was missing a page. No wonder the story had seemed so off...

Story 157:

I faked my way into the hospital only to discover that the disease was real.

Story 158:

It was too dark to see. Agent 29 shuddered as something cold and slimy brushed up against her skin. That was impossible. It had already died, hadn't it? That was her mission. But she had killed it too late. Now a nest of them were slithering toward her out of curiosity... and hunger.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Stories 154 and 155

Sorry this hasn't been very regular, and it probably won't any time soon. My life is changing directions, you could say, and I've been investing my energy in other writing projects. If you follow me on Twitter (@Specterpoet) you'll be sure to get more short stories from me at any time of the day or night.


Story 154:

I'd seen chests heave up and down before like that, the heart pumping the blood out of the body through a wound. That's the kind of thing you see, working in a war hospital like this. But this time was different. This time, I was the patient.

Story 155:

She bit the apple, sucking the juice as a vampire might suck out blood. So what if she was only a ground worm? That didn't mean she didn't have any sense of imagination.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Stories 151, 152, and 153

Another skipped week. I might need to work out a new schedule for this! Again, sorry everyone. Here are the next three stories for you!

Story 151 (The world's shortest story): It ended before it began.

Story 152:

"You--you want us?" Dave stumbled, awkwardly backing away from the alien scientist zombies.

"No," said one of them. "Just your brains."

Story 153:

I woke up, panting, relieved it had been a dream. Then I looked around. The clock was there, the broken clown figurine, and the music box. I wondered if I was still asleep--but no, when you're sleeping you can't feel anything. And I felt the cold steel, suddenly pressed against my back.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Stories 148, 149, and 150

Sorry I skipped a week... there's an extra story here to make up for it!

Story 148 (Reciprocal Attraction):

She was attractive. So was he.

Story 149:

As I turned back to the time machine, I suddenly realized what was happening. We weren't just witnessing history any more. We were causing it.

Story 150:

1942. The doorbell rang. There was a telegraph.
         Not Jack, please, not Jack.
         A blackout. Uncontrollable sobs.

         Last fall. The old woman jumped when she opened her eyes. “Jack…”
         He held out his hand. “I’ve been waiting so many years for you to join me, Maria.”

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Stories 145, 146, and 147

All right, you got me. Three stories this week!

Story 145:

You never know for whom the bells are tolling. That's what I learned one day, when I realized that I was the one in the coffin.

Story 146:

She was locked in an abandoned house. Desperately, the girl screamed for help. The screams eventually dwindled into soft moans. Then they stopped.

Story 147:

“I was attacked by a wolf last night, and it bit me,” he said, fingering the scabs on his arm.

She blushed. “Sorry about that…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Then he noticed her skin growing fur and her nails growing into claws.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Stories 143 and 144

Story 143:

I’d tell you everything I know about him—his childhood, his aspirations, and at least a part of his life story, but to be honest I don’t know anything. I never met him, don’t know his name, and (in truth) he probably doesn’t even exist. But he sure would have. 

Story 144:

“The most fascinating feature about this castle is, of course, the fact that the gallows are still in use,” the old man informed his guests. “Every day, dozens of people are executed just outside those doors. Tea, anyone?”

*Note from the Girl in Blue: for my Twitter followers, I'm sorry about how quiet my Twitter account (@Specterpoet) has been recently, but I've been very busy writing delicious articles on the San Diego Comic Con. That ends today. Thanks for your patience! You can also check out my new special episode of the Infinity Saga that's out today (also a bit late, but it's a good one!).