The first thing I remember when I woke was the searing pain in my jaw. Next was my unfamiliar environment. Slumped up against a wall, I took my time to scan the surroundings. Read more »
Posts By: Edwin Crowe
The basement seemed like the best place to keep the “problem”. It was cool and damp, just perfect. But also, under the house, it was relatively soundproof. Read more »
I work as an estate agent in a very small town in southern England. I’ve probably sold every house here at least once. Read more »
The doorbell rang.
“Can you get that sweetie?” my Mum hollered. Read more »
I was in a horrific car accident six months ago where my wife, son and I died. I can remember the sound of metal as it squeaked, squealed and creaked around us, the man on the radio seemed to slow as the drunk driver in the SUV hit us full on; then everything went black. Read more »
I thought it was odd when my front door was unlocked.
I shouted into the empty house, “Hello? Is anybody there?” Read more »
“Mr Johnston, it says here that you have schizophrenia with severe violent tendencies.” The psychiatrist murmured checking his notes, his reading glasses resting on his nose. Read more »
Mathematically it’s the same as the difference between one and two, but from a philosophical point of view it is much larger. A quitting smoker knows the difference. Read more »
I’m only the janitor. I just clean the floors and slabs with disinfectant to make sure it’s spick and span for the morticians to preform their dissections in the morning. Read more »
The woman opens her eyes in a daze. She slowly takes in the dimly lit environment. At first she does not panic, but she does when she realises her hands and body are constricted, held to the cold surface she lies on by multiple layers of plastic wrap. Read more »
I noticed the door out of the corner of my eye, I wish in my heart of hearts I never did. It was small, that’s what I found odd. A lazy sign described what was to be found within. Read more »
I’ve been blind since birth. I know it’s a cliche when they say blind people can see things the seeing cannot, but it’s true. When you are unfettered with the blessing of sight the other senses are heightened. I can *see* our house in my mind using touch, sound and smell. Read more »
I woke up, my head pounding, looking up at the early morning sky. Getting my bearings, I sat up.
I was in my front garden. I shivered holding my drenched nightgown closed. Read more »
I sat in the theatre as a skeptic as The Great Georgio pointed at me.
“Stand up,” He said, beckoning me with his hand. Read more »
I watched the black and pregnant clouds for what seems like hours, praying they would not burst. Read more »
When my son screamed for his Dad, I rushed up the stairs and flung open his bedroom door. Read more »
My latest girlfriend wants me to asphyxiate her, a fetish I don’t find appealing. Now, don’t take latest to mean that I’m some sort of man-whore, I’m not. I’m just having trouble finding the right woman. Read more »
When I met my husband, Stuart, he lavished me with jewellery and attention. He was strong, but gentle, he treated me like a princess. Read more »
I fingered the last piece of the puzzle in my hand that completed the picture, finished the jigsaw. Read more »
I sat, with my arms crossed, in the ice cold cabin, trying not to shiver, trying to stay brave for my son. I could see his breath freeze as it left his mouth, but I could not see his face, he hung his head. Read more »
Handwriting can give away a lot about a person, their state of mind at the time, their emotions, even their intelligence. Read more »
I hear the moans at my door and the scratching. They are stupid, but strong; I hope the locks are strong enough. Read more »
“And this little piggy cried…” I proclaimed. Read more »
I contemplate my life as I lay in the hospital bed. I know these are my last days. *Do I regret anything?* *Maybe.* I was bodyguard to the president before his impeachment, after that an enforcer for the mob. I guess, that is what I am most known for, and maybe that is what I… Read more »