I was fifteen. You were four. I taught you drama in a Scarborough community centre. You were surviving neglect.
To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills -- as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly...
(470 words) Ellie sits still, engulfed in blackness. She breathes in slowly through her nose and exhales heavily through her lips, until she becomes rather weightless. She's ready.
It's 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
(Based on Grimms' Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.
"You have to keep up with the times," his father's voice whispered uninvitedly in his ear.
"Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?" Rain asked.
A dark, but hilarious, story that I wrote as a 10-yr old kid - Trick-or-treating, kidnapping, and a big rescue (kind of...) Happy Halloween!