Can you hear me?


Sarah ran. The bear was less then 30 feet away from her and closing in. This was not what she had wanted to experience when coming on this stupid camping trip. “I just had to throw myself into the great unknown didn’t I?!” She yelled fiercely at no one.

The bear roared, barring its snapping teeth at her and hunger flaring in its eyes. Sarah felt fear rush through her veins and pushed her legs to move more swiftly. She averted her gaze back to the beaten-down path before her. A log appeared right at her feet before she tripped right over it.

“Aggghhhh, why? This is like some messed up, two-cent horror film.” She spat out as she struggled to get up. Sarah looked down and saw blood. “Great…” The bear’s thudding foot falls came closer and resounding in her ears. Sarah tried to ignore the stinging pain of her wound, but it was too late.

The bear was above her. She froze, locking hazel pupils with its black deadly eyes. She watched as it raised its paw and brought it down….

“BUZZ….BUZZ” Sarah jumped. She was panting and sweating in her bed, so overcome with shock from her nightmare. “Curses… wasn’t real.” She whipped her thin black hair out her eyes to see more clearly in the darkness.

Her phone was ringing and it was 1 AM. “Who on the North Wind would call me now?” Sarah was annoyed at being awoken at this hour and hoping it wasn’t a scare prank that her boyfriend Zachary was playing on her.

With a groan, Sarah grabbed her phone and tapped the answer button. “Hello?” She heard shuffling and scraping sounds on the other end, like a shovel on leaves and concrete. Shallow breathing came out sharply near the other phone’s speaker. “Purple-”

The line dropped. Sarah frowned. The voice didn’t seem like Zach’s nor did the phone number match his. Now that she was looking, the phone number did seem faintly familiar. But why did she get the call and who was it? Why did they start to say ‘purple’ and what did it mean?

“You know, I’ll figure out tomorrow. I’m too tired and too scared to even think or care right now.” Flopping her black head back onto her pillow, she once more enter into a now dream-less slumber.



There he stood. Frozen. Still. Never aging. He waits. He knew time would wait, be still and silent until he found the missing piece.

He wasn’t an ordinary boy. He was often told time would never stand still. But Anthony had discovered the truth.

Anthony could make it wait. Time was something he could stop like he could stop like anything else. Anthony at first relish this rare gift he had at any chance that jumped on him.

He could make the perfect prank on his little sister. He could relive the perfect for another moment and freeze the memories. Engraved them upon his beating heart for all time.

But then, he started to feel something… it was missing. Anthony didn’t dare tell anyone about his gift, not even his best friend or parents. He was….alone.

It hit him. He didn’t have anyone else to share this gift with. No one would even know he could freeze a second in their lives.

That was more then Anthony could imagine. Being alone, being singled out for something only you have. Time could wait for him, but he would never be able to watch time pass with someone else. Now, that’s all he wished for.

He stopped using it. Anthony decided there was no point in enjoying the gift if he couldn’t share it with someone. So…..he just quit. His friends begin to notice something different about him, his mischievous smile and glint in his eyes didn’t appear so much.

It worried them. “I’m fine. Just some stuff at home that’s all.” Anthony would lie to them. He couldn’t share the burden with them. After school, he walked home with his head down and alone. How was he going to explain to his parents and sister? He knew they would ask at some point in time and he needed an answer.

He sighed, wishing he could just go back. That time would stop and then move on without him. He opened his eyes and looked up. He had done it again. Cars were still on the street and the water from the sprinklers and stopped mid air. Anthony looked away and was about to run when he bumped into something.

Just Another Day.

“Get the wallet and run. We can’t risk that insolent old man taking away that card without even knowing it’s dangerous!”

Rick grimaced at the yelling voice at the other end of his phone. His day wasn’t going to get any better was it? First the card drop off fell through and now some random elderly man was carrying a fake card with the key codes to the computer company, NATO, vaults.

“I’ll get it. I’ll be at the train station in 20 minutes.” Rick hung up and stepped out into the crowd. Like a fox, he slipped in and out between bodies, shadowing the man. His beady green eyes closed in on the man’s pocket as he drew near.

Rick slipped his hand in, snatching the wallet and putting them sworn leather object into his own black coat. No one saw him and the man didn’t notice. Rick kept his pace, the crowd moving him further and further away.

“I’m not a thief Jameson. I did this for the company.” Rick muttered with a groan. He did enjoy his job as a security detail, but being to do something as low as pickpocketing, made his stomach turn. “I best get something good out of this.”

Rick turned a sharp left and up the stone stairs. The bust platform was swarmed with people rushing in and out of the trains. He sneered at them. “Geez, more human traffic to plow through.”

Clutching on the wallet with his his rough brown hand, he made his way to the #5 train dock and sat on the bench next to the black trash bin. Now all he had to do was wait. And watch for his contact. He was to give the wallet to another guard for NATO and then finally go home.

Home, something he both loved and wished he could distance himself from. It was a place of sanctuary for him from the danger and risks of his work. Yet, he understood that it could also be used against him. He feared that most.

Rick’s thoughts were broken when he noticed someone sit next to him. It was a short man, a bit heavy set and dark glasses. “You have it?” Rick didn’t answer. He gave a piercing look before revealing the worn, brown wallet to the man. The man looked back and slipped the wallet into his own pocket. “Good, then our job is down.”


Deadly Comfort

Hey guys! Faith your musing wander here. Just so you guys understand why the recent four posts are unfinished or short, I’ll explain. It’s because they were short story prompts from a writing club meeting I recently attended. I cannot guarantee I will finish them because i just a surge to complete and edit FH. I might go back and finish one, but no promises. God bless!


I was cold, shivering as if I was in the Arctic Ocean. My vision was getting blurry and my valence was vanishing like a vapor. “How….can you…live with..yourselves?” My high voice barely squeaked out as I collapsed into the snow. I saw the red haired girl go up to the bully and seemingly rebuke him, but I could barely hear. That fruit…really did have a strange effect on me. I knew nothing more after that.

Johnny watched as the young boy bit into the blue fruit and dropped onto the frozen ground. “So? How about it squirt?” He was feeling proud, merciless and powerful over this little stuck up interloper. How dare he try to steal from his tree. However, that soon changed as the boy began to appeared to get sick, and quick. Was his dad lying about the fruit’s qualities? He knew it was poisoning to some people, but was it this severe?

Elle stood silent through the whole ordeal. This poor, humble boy had come into the public garden for some of the blue fruit that Johnny not-so-humbly grew. She watched with a pained heart as Johnny yelled and beat the boy. Then, Elle gasped once she saw what the fruit did the young boy. What?! It’s….poisoning?!?! Elle grew anger and strode over to Johnny and smacked him. Her red hair burned against the falling white snow. “Stop it, we have to report this.”