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Shadow man | by BusterBB001

Shadow man | by BusterBB001

First Thanksgiving

The table was lavishly decorated—worthy of a magazine cover, even. The turkey glistened golden brown, but I don’t understand why it was meowing.

 

 

Distorted Nightmares

The wrinkled farmer, his mouth disproportioned and agape, crouched at my beside. He was screaming, but no sound emerged. I wasn’t supposed to be there.

Military Experiment

As the room violently shook, the General whispered, “He knows.” Lights flicked into darkness. And then, a stabbing, white light erupted from the laboratory door.

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CURSOR

The moon hung low in the blackness of midnight. Its brilliance shimmered across the turbulent waters below as the tide cascaded across jagged rocks. With each swish, a gentle breeze blew through the windows covered by floor-length, delicate lace curtains adorned with intricate scalloped edges. They waved rhythmically with the crashing tide, as if breathing.

Hunched over a dimly lit desk, in her cramped office, Alison rested her forehead in the palm of her hand, fingers entwined in her hair. With heavy, sleep-deprived, eyes she glanced out from under the brim of her glasses to peer through the slivered opening between curtain panels to glimpse the moon, but quickly returned her focus to the blinking cursor demanding her attention.

One of the panels flickered out-of-sync, drawing Alison’s attention to the window as a shiver ran down her spine. The dead silence that fell upon the room pierced Allison’s eardrums while she watched the curtains dip in slow exhale to form a frame around the silhouette of a woman in a distressed mourning gown.

Mesmerized, fear welled up, high into her esophagus, burning like flames bursting from hell as the oxygen was stripped from her lungs, rendering her breathless and unable to move or scream. The shadow lunged forward. With thinly pursed lips, her ashen-face scowled from under a tight, silver-streaked bun as her boney fingers clawed out Alison’s soul and poured it into the glowing monitor. Alison’s lifeless body slumped over her keyboard while the demanding cursor blinked to life.


MASTER OF FEAR AND SUSPENSE

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I had to do a little research for a class that explores what it is to be a master in some particular craft or discipline. That craft for me is creative writing, but most importantly, storytelling.

That research had to be about someone who has reached success, in the classical sense of it (i.e. recognition, financial reward, reputation (the good, the bad and the ugly), access and options, etc.). I chose M. Night Shyamalan. Love him or hate him, click on the link below to find out why.

Master of Fear & Suspense

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SIX WORD SHORTS

Skeleton Key

 

Fear. It’s paralyzing. Apparitions hover ominously.

Mischievous secrets hidden behind skeleton keys.

 

 

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