I wanted to start incorporating something new! I have been writing short-stories since I can remember. I was blessed (thanks mom) for buying me a desktop at a very young age. Since then, I wrote story after story.
Stay tuned for a wide variety of short-stories! I’m so excited to open up more with you and I hope that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy/love writing them.
SHORT-STORY WEEKLY SERIES #1
Peter ran. Through the tall trees shaped as wooden monsters overpowering the only light source he had, which was the moon. Gasping for air, he suddenly stopped to listen. He couldn’t hear the countless of heavy footsteps chasing after him.
After walking for a couple of minutes, he heard shouting and began to run.
Unable to see in the darkness, he began feeling his feet getting tangled in what seemed as rope. Confused, he stopped running to regain his balance. As he leaned over to untangle himself, he felt the presence of someone behind him. As he stood still, he began feeling as though he was surrounded.
He was tossed up in the air as a net hugged his body.
He had been caught.
THE HOUSE ON THE CLIFF
He woke up and noticed that he was in a children’s room. He sat on the edge of the bed holding his right side of his head.
He then had this weird feeling overcome his body. He looked at his leg and saw that it was bleeding.
He immediately stood up and looked for the nearest bathroom and realized he was in a historic two-story house.
In the bathroom, he found bandages to wrap around his leg, so the bleeding could slow down.
He was sitting down on the toilet. As he was wrapping his leg, he began daydreaming.
He imagined: Falling over a small cliff next to the two-story house. Without much hesitation, he grabbed the edge of the cliff with one hand. Suddenly, he saw a woman fall over him.
She fell straight to the ground head first and died.
He was hanging on trying to climb back over the cliff but he was losing his strength. He took a deep breath and pulled himself up. He noticed there was no one around him. As he looked over the cliff, he did not see her body on the ground. He was still positive that she had died, but it was too hard to tell since it was dark.
He began to walk towards the two-story house. When he entered the house, there was no one there but complete darkness and silence.
As he walked up the stairs to the second floor, he saw pictures of a man and woman. They looked familiar, but he still had no clue who they were.
He walked around the house making sure no one was home and then proceeded to go outside. He walked towards a barn and when he turned around, the house was on fire.
He woke up from his daydream and felt confused and shaken. He thought to himself that he needed to get out of that house as soon as possible.
Before he left the bathroom, he turned to the right and noticed a photograph in the hallway. It was in a gold frame and there was a man and woman standing next to each other. Peter looked closely at the photograph and he seemed to recall who they were, but he couldn’t think straight at the moment.
Then, Peter ran towards the door and looked back to see through the window that there were people throwing objects at the house. He walked to the window and noticed the house was being set on fire.
He panicked and ran downstairs to see if there was a way out.
Then, a brick went through the dining room window hitting Peter on the side of his head and fell unconscious.
Peter woke up in what seemed to be a basement. He stood up holding the right side of his head, and looked around. He saw something covered in plastic in the corner and as he walked he felt an odd feeling run through his body.
When Peter pulled the plastic off, he ran backwards and threw up.
It was his family!
He began crying and screaming for help, but no one came to his rescue. He felt hopeless.
He got himself together and knew that he had to get out and call for help, so he ran up the stairs into the hallway.
As he walked around the house looking for a phone, two police officers rushed him and two more from the opposite side. He felt relieved, but they charged at him and threw him to the ground.
Confused, he yelled asking them why they were doing this to him.
Trying to fight them, one of the officers hit him on the side of his head with a baton and Peter fell unconscious once again.
When Peter woke up, he was surrounded by white walls and realized he was in a straitjacket.
A doctor walked in with a concerned look on his face.
Peter asked him how he ended up in the hospital.
The doctor told him that he had killed his wife by pulling her over the cliff and then proceeded to kill his entire family by setting the house on fire. He escaped, but was later caught by a net in the woods.
Peter then stood in silence. He could not remember what had happened and felt confused. But why, he thought to himself.
The doctor leaned over and showed him a picture of his supposed wife standing next to a man. He remembered that specific photograph.
Peter was the unidentified man in the picture.