My first full year of college was over with and I found myself driving to my grandparents for the summer. The 'conversation' I had a day earlier with my folks was fresh in my mind... reminding me why I was making this drive. I could still hear my mother's condescending voice, "Nathan... NO your name is NOT Nancy! Your name YOUNG MAN is Nathan. I didn't car...
"Mine were an old people, and were old even when this land was settled. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back that night to the old town as legend bade, for only the poor and the lonely remember." -H.P. Lovecraft, "The Festival" *** I never knew what led my...
"Okay, the first thing we need to do is come up with your background. My mom is going to ask you a lot of questions, so we need to make sure your backstory is solid." stated Stephen, rubbing his hands together. "Sounds simple enough," giggled Grace. It was early morning the next day, and Stephen had been awake for quite some time trying to collect his thou...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made suggestions to improve my story. Any other errors you may find are mine alone. * * * It's said that opportunity only knocks once, and am I ever lucky I answered that knock. Looking back, though, my childhood wasn't all that lucky. Dad and mom both worked to provide eno...
This is the eight part of the series and takes place after the last part. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** Karla and I walked into the dining holding hands. Anne, Bob, Mistress Emma, and Hans were sitting at a table and they waved us over to join them. Karla and I were naked. W...
The cabin was much as Grandpa had described it, on a peaceful lake, surrounded by woods, and with Adirondack furniture on the porch. What he didn't describe very well was the interior, which contained two well-worn cots with stained sheets, a wobbly table with four rusty folding chairs around it, and a kitchen that included, amongst other things, an old man...
NOTE: This is the concluded part of this story. I thank for the comments posted by the readers. Definitely yours comments will boost me to improve my writing. Somebody asked me to find some editors. I tried this story and send it to a voluntary editor with his permission. But even after two months I didn't get any reply from him. May be he shouldn't find tim...
Thanks as always to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her guidance and of course her editing. * Nathan woke up in a cold sweat. He had the dream again. THAT dream. The endless lines of grey people: men, women, children, shuffling past, casting their accusing looks at him. He was frozen in place, unable to turn away, as they moved past, gradually...
Thanks in part to my other concerns, such as being treated like a regular at Highlights on the Marsh, I had all but forgotten about my modified hearing aids, which were still in my old lady purse. I got them out just before Whitney brought my drink. "Thank you, dear," I said to Whitney when she put the Tom Collins in front of me. "I'm sorry if I offended yo...
In the forefront of his mind Peyton knew it all so much mean-spirited bunk, one more in a line of petty abuses freakishly tall Sally had to endure, but at the same time the lizard contingent that kept squalid house in some far flung synaptic bunker at the back of it all whispered what ifs in a low guttural whisper, suggesting several visceral scenarios & var...