With clenched fists, I pound on your door Shrill cries unlike you’ve ever heard before Mustering all the strength I have left in my core Frantic and desperate screams, you ignore In the dead of night, the world is without colours A twig cracks, a bush shu...
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Attack Stories
I sat for weeks doing very little. Watching the events replay in my mind again and again. People were very kind but how can you talk about being attacked when you only tried to help and a kid that did it. The events came over and over. The knife.The blood...
Another Day, Another Panic Attack
The difficulties of living with anxiety, and how something little can make a huge differenceI was awake at 4am (after dreaming of panicking), worrying about going to Painsburys for 7am (when it tends to be quiet), when it occurred to me that Stressco might already be open! It was, and so I went down there. There were lots of workers doing the on...
Scarecrow
Watchingin a field he stands, hisfeet in darkness, his dirty raggedface dull with themoon’s silverlight.the festoonery ofrags is about him,each borrowed garmentwith its story.those eyeshe wearsare not blindwithal;the empty sockets are filled with seeing.last nigh...
A Swarm of Bees
Have you ever wondered what a panic attack is like?This musing only available on Stories Space. if you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Pull yourself together!""Mind over matter...""Don't be so ridiculous.""Get a grip.""Just calm down.""Take deeeeep breaths..."If you've never suffered from a...
Night of the Clippies Part Two
From Clotheslines to KillersPart Two: Night of the Clippies A half hour later, Monroe was alert, bandaged and bruised, but sitting upright in the kitchen chair drinking a tall glass of orange juice. He borrowed the phone and called Sheriff Taylor at his home. “Hey boss. My apologies...
Night of the Clippies (Part One)
From Clotheslines to Killers!The late October night sky was clear, full of stars with a gentle push of wind coming from the east. Margaret Braeburn, thoroughly entrenched in her sixties and sporting all the vivacious curves of a fire hydrant, strode outside carrying a huge laundry ba...
The Boot
A driver hopes to dispose of the woman locked in his boot but a passing cop has other ideas...He hadn't seen anyone since he passed that police car on the other side of the forest. Finally he thought it was safe to pull over, swerving onto the verge and killing the engine. The countryside seemed so quiet compared to the blasting noise of the stere...
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Stiletto Hell
These shoes have an evil sole.Richard Bailey dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. He trembled as he reached for his cell phone, dialing the appropriate three-digit number before dropping it on the tile floor; luckily it didn’t break. “Come, come on,” he scre...
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Solarites Ch 13
Final chapter of part one...We could have had all the luck in the world, but it would not be close to what we needed, for what happened next. I felt all our hopes and dreams rain down like meteors. The light was suddenly blinding and unbearably hot. It was a fool's errand to begin w...
September 11
How I remember September in 8th gradeFlash Back Age 12“What's going on?”“Some guy accidentally crashed a plane into a building in the city”Laughs.“No. Really. People are dead.”Laughs stop.“What? Like a large plane?”“Yea”Just then a teacher went by crying... a male teacher. Skyler, who's conc...