I
The sky has a way of reflecting inner truth
That when it darkens and cries zealous thunder
I know, it knows the emotion boiling inside of me
As I follow Derek to 1985 Walton Street.
I was hoping my endless suspicious would soon
Lean toward a nascent confirmation.
I watched him; blending myself within the nights’ shadows as
Nocturnal animals lurked behind [...]
Categories: Fiction, Poetry, Short Stories
Tagged: apartment, fighting, love, Poetry, relationship, short story
- Published:
- November 10, 2009 – 12:30 pm
- Author:
- By WritingSugar
A 2003 black BMW 6 Coupé with tinted windows slowly drives up Leslie Avenue. The car stops at the red light while the driver leisurely scans the lines of women standing across the street displaying a portrait of dirty rainbow. His eyes critically scan each women from head to toe; leaning against the dirty brick [...]
Categories: Fiction, Short Stories
Tagged: killing, knife, murder, revenge, short story
- Published:
- October 19, 2009 – 9:13 am
- Author:
- By WritingSugar
The following incident takes place Friday night; the time dashing on the PVR is 11:30 p.m. The young lady, Emilia Featherhead decides to watch Inuyaha on Carton Network. Somehow she falls asleep and wakes up to a dog rolling in laughter for a Geico commercial. While rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she catches something [...]
Categories: Fiction, Short Stories
Tagged: death, elmo, horror, scary, short story, weird
- Published:
- July 15, 2009 – 10:29 am
- Author:
- By WritingSugar
[Tonight's the night - October 30th: Devil's Night. At midnight, it'll all finally be resolved. Let's get going, Bryan. Your hair doesn't have to look THAT good!]
Bryan looked around his room, trying to memorize what it looked like and hoping that everything would be the same when he returned. He shut off his light and [...]
Categories: Fiction, Short Stories
Tagged: Fiction, halloween, oolu, short story
- Published:
- March 24, 2009 – 11:33 am
- Author:
- By oolu
I was heading out the door from Tim Horton’s, when I saw her walking across Queen Street. Someone bumped into me, a scared “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” rushed into one ear and out the other. I heard a crash on the ground and thought to myself “Just my blackberry pearl”. My attentions were [...]
Categories: Fiction, Short Stories
- Published:
- March 3, 2009 – 9:02 pm
- Author:
- By WritingSugar