Short Stories

Those eyes. Eyes brown as dark chocolate. They were always watching. ​ I could feel them in the dark of my bedroom at night. I felt them on the back of my neck in classes. They watched me as I jogged no matter the weather. I could always feel them. It was strange though. Although I felt as if someone was watching me, it didn’t feel as if whoever it was wanted to hurt me. The eyes I had seen in my dreams were soft, gentle. But still at times I wondered. I wondered who or what

His memory haunts me like spirits haunt a Stephen King novel. ​ I tried for years to forget about him, about the great love I had lost, but nothing I had done had worked. None of the other lovers I took managed to erase the feeling of his skin against mine. There was a hollowness in my bones that I couldn’t escape from. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, holding me close, whispering sweet I love yous in my ear. But, he had been taken from me. Taken by the very creatur

They tell me that it will all be okay. That one day I’ll understand why they did it and why, for some unknown reason, I’m still alive. And he isn’t. ​ Technically, neither of us were alive by the standard meaning of the word. And yes, he broke the law by changing me. But, it was all in the name of love, and yes I know how cheesy that sounds, but it’s the truth. The law has been in place for years now, ever since the outbreak started. No one knows where it started or how, but

It started as a dream. No. A nightmare. Then worse, it became my reality . ​ I know I should have run. The look in his blood stained onyx eyes should have given me all the clues in the world to get the hell out of there. But, for some reason I just stood there, staring at him. When he started moving toward me, ever so slowly, I couldn’t run. Big mistake. He went from slowly creeping toward me to full on sprinting in my direction, snarling. That’s what it took for my feet to u