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Outside Your Window

Invisible.  Insubstantial.  Non-existent.  That’s how you made me feel.  I sat outside your window day after day and went unnoticed.  Even on the occasion you looked outside, your gaze just cut right through me.  I watched you eat breakfast each morning before leaving for your day.  I saw you return each night, exhausted, eating whatever random takeout you decided to stop at on your way home, often crashing on the couch without ever stumbling to your bedroom.
I saw the company you kept, and I could always tell who wasn’t right for you.  This guy never opened the door for you like any gentleman should.  That guy only opened the door so you would walk in front of him and he could stare at your assets.  I could spot the lust in his eyes from across your apartment.  The other guy was more engaged with his phone than he ever was with your presence.  None of them were ever good enough, but you never seemed to notice as quickly as I did.  Maybe I was just more observant.  Maybe.  Certainly.

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Wrecked


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Shock and pain hit Rusty’s body just as fast as his brain could process it.  Bone-jarring hits were nothing new to the demolition derby veteran, but direct hits to his driver’s door were out of the norm, not to mention illegal.  He looked to his left and saw the all-too-familiar black and green paint scheme of his rival, Parker.  He could clearly make out the stupid looking black, three-quarter helmet that Parker wore because he said it made him look like “The Intimidator.”  “Sure, and my butt hair looks like Richard Petty’s mustache,” was Rusty’s response.

For six years, this rivalry had taken shape and become overly bitter.  Bitter, mainly because Parker could never quite figure out how to beat Rusty.  It started out innocent enough at the LeGrande County Fair. Continue reading

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Road Trip

Compendium (noun): a collection of things that have been gathered together and presented as a group especially in the form of a book.

The following short story is in collaboration with Adam K. Moore and is set in the world he created with his first novel, COMPENDIUM TWENTY-THREE: PART I, Through the Valley.

The subsequent companion short stories are meant to enhance and expand that universe in and beyond Independence, Indiana.  I strongly encourage you to check out the original story and fully immerse yourself in the battle for good and evil.

“Wake up,” she whispered frantically, shaking her son awake from a deep sleep.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” asked her son, Tommy.

“We have to go.  I need you to be a big helper and grab some clothes, okay?”  This is not how Caroline anticipated her day starting.

“Why?  I don’t want to,” Tommy whined.  “I wanna go back to sleep.”

Realistically, nobody expects their day to start this way.  The difference is that most people don’t see the movements in the shadows.  Most people don’t hear the hushed tones of plans for terror being formulated.  However, Caroline is not most people. Continue reading

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Haunted

Compendium (noun): a collection of things that have been gathered together and presented as a group especially in the form of a book.

The following short story is in collaboration with Adam K. Moore and is set in the world he created with his first novel, COMPENDIUM TWENTY-THREE: PART I, Through the Valley.

The subsequent companion short stories are meant to enhance and expand that universe in and beyond Independence, Indiana.  I strongly encourage you to check out the original story and fully immerse yourself in the battle for good and evil.

Saturday, October 30th – Devil’s Night

“Did you turn the porch light on?” she called from the other room.

“Yeah, I think so.  I’ll double check,” he said as he stood up from the couch and meandered toward the front door.  “Hmm, I guess not,” he commented to himself, flipping the light switch before returning to his spot in the living room.

“I thought you said this was on?” she asked moments later when she entered the room.  She stopped by the door and peeked out the small window, noticing the absence of light that should be guarding their front porch. Continue reading

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Gimme Three Steps

It’s a familiar story and it starts out with me sitting in my usual spot; the dark corner down at the end of the bar.  It was a pretty typical night.  The Van Zant brothers being belted out of the jukebox, the mill worker “usuals” posted up at the opposite end of the bar, and a group of big burly gents in leather vests and some of their female companions occupying the pool tables and the tables surrounding them.  That’s when things took a turn away from normal. Continue reading

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Friendly Rivalry

The hum of the amplifiers creates an electrifying atmosphere as the arena explodes with applause, cheers, and chants of “Encore! Encore!”  The final chord resonates while the band members energetically strut off stage, graciously thanking their fans for their support.  Once the group was safely backstage and out of the view of the crowd, they grabbed towels and vigorously wiped the sweat from their faces, chests, and backs.  But first, the lead guitarist, Chester, was compelled to reach for his infamous bottle of whiskey.

He downed a few swigs straight from the bottle, just to get the tremors to calm so he could hold the bottle steady and think straight.  The other members noticed, but had long ago decided to avoid the confrontation.  After all, until recently, Chester’s performances were never affected.  Until recently. Continue reading

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Bad Brake

(Author’s note:  IMPORTANT!  These stories are posted in reverse chronological order.  Older stories should be read first by scrolling further down on the home page.)

On a bright, hot, suburban summer day, a group of neighborhood kids were playing street hockey in the middle of the road at the end of a cul-de-sac.  Just as one of the older kids wound up to unleash a slapshot, a squeal shattered the quiet neighborhood and a loud, speeding, orange Dodge Charger fish-tailed almost uncontrollably around the corner at the other end of the street, sending the kids running for cover.

The car slowed down a bit as it neared the group of kids, and the driver waved out of the side window and smiled proudly.  The kids all grinned as their heart rates started returning to normal.  Two of the children waved back, acknowledging their father on his way home from work. 

As the driver slowed and rounded the U-turn at the end of the street, he caught a glimpse of glaring eyes coming from a window of the neighboring house.  After checking his mirrors before backing into his driveway, he glanced back to the window but there was nobody there to return his stare.  The instance was a little unsettling and gave the driver a cold chill down his spine, but he managed to shake it off without too much effort or afterthought. Continue reading

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