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October 14, 2018
Crime Stories Julie Achilles

The Boy in a Hoodie

I am walking along the road, the road that leads to home and I see him. I do not know him but for some reason I know there is a significance. He is casually dressed and wearing a grey hoodie which is pulled up, yet, I can still see his face. I can see that he…
October 14, 2018
Fantasy Stories M.B.Manteufel

Two Heads are Better than One

He opened the jewelry box with one gloved hand, holding steady a slim flashlight with the other. He cursed under his breath. Empty. Again. Matt Sanders wasn’t used to bad luck. He had become one of the best in his profession because he refused to rely on…
October 14, 2018
General Stories Julie Harris

The Man Who Left His Wife With A Goat

The morning’s warm rain finally drizzled to a wind-blown spray before a strong sun blazed in the cloudless sky. Christine stood motionless at the kitchen sink staring beyond the teardrop stained window to where he stood watching from the summer house.…
October 14, 2018
Mystery Stories Salvatore Difalco

Vertigo

Juan rose to pee in pitch darkness, his eyes fluttering. He found the toilet, but peed all over the unraised seat, splashing his shins and toes. Catching jeweled glints of chrome and glass, his eyes oriented to the darkness. Incomprehensible, his next move—he…
September 09, 2018
Crime Stories Frankie Neptune

It's The End of The World as We Knew It

 Reggie Benangin had always been this way. He couldn’t do anything right. The following is true - Though not even Polish, he couldn’t screw in a light bulb. When growing up in Westfield, New Jersey, his father knew never to ask Reggie to cut the grass. Every…
September 09, 2018
Horror Stories Vidal Martinez

La Llorona

I almost slam my head on the dashboard when the car suddenly stops in the middle of the dirt road. “What are you doing?” He looks behind me. “Right there… those trees,” he says. “Are you serious?” I look out the passenger window, and in the dark distance is…
September 09, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

Curing Brian

The day started pleasantly enough, we’d met for our regular game of tennis, the old reliables, Chris, Marilyn, Malcolm and me. Then the man in the dirty suit appeared and everything changed. It was summer and the weather was warm, so we’d used the outside…
September 09, 2018
Romance Stories John L. Yelavich

Sunny Souls

I have fond recollections of my high school years roaming the hallways with my best pals and their gals. We all thought that we embodied the right stuff or whatever that mindset was. We were all proud, cocky and cool and never wanted to be labeled pretenders…
September 09, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki

Snarge

What do you think we hit? Can’t say. We went through the critters pretty fast. I’ve never seen anything quite like that flock: multicolored, almost metallic-looking, circling in a protective formation. Very strange. We’ll have to wait until the techs evaluate…
August 21, 2018
Fantasy Stories Roger Ley

Making Babies

Martin Riley unlocked his front door, stepped over the threshold, and stopped dead. Everything was different: furniture, décor, layout, all changed. It didn’t look like his house anymore. A voice behind him said, “Hello Darling, I have some wonderful news.…
August 21, 2018
Science Fiction Stories R.Scott Venegas

How Far Back?

“The test subjects’ mental acuity, such as it is, and physiology are unaffected, the samples it obtained show little out of the ordinary, however it is quite agitated.” “Is it?” “Yes, seems it was spotted and chased.” “Did it do any damage during the…
August 21, 2018
Romance Stories Susan C. Nigra

A Lie is Born

Dec. 12, 2012 was a dreary uninspired winter day, and also the day I returned to relive the beginning of the lie. It was 43 years ago when I first came here at the tender age of 23 in high spirits... high on life, high on being young; and I have returned a…

 

 

Marty woke up early today.  Sleeping was a bit harder ever since Daddy went away.  Marty slowly petted his cat Ryder.  The cat purred and brushed his face lovingly and aggressively against Marty's hand.  Today was a school day.  Marty couldn't stay in bed all day petting his cat.  He lay a while continuing the petting and then stood up and searched for some clothes.  Mommy used to put his clothes out for him, but she stopped doing that a while ago.  Marty figured that she must think he's big enough to get his own clothes out.

In the kitchen, Marty's Mom paced back and forth, attempting to make breakfast but not staying focused on the task at hand.  Marty strolled in.  He watched his Mom open cabinets and close them, open the fridge and close it, get out a plate just to put it back.

“Mommy, can I have some cereal this morning?” asked Marty.

Marty's Mom stared off in his direction without uttering a word.

“Mommy, I really want some cereal.”

Marty's Mom opened a cabinet up and took out a bowl.  Then, like a robot, she walked to another cabinet and grabbed a box a cereal.  She poured some of the cereal into the bowl, then abruptly stopped.  With an angry face she placed the bowl on a counter by the sink and then violently threw the box across the room, scattering the contents all over the floor.  She then stormed out of the room holding her head with her hands.

Marty shouted at his Mom, “Mommy, are you mad at me?  I can't reach the cereal there.”

Marty waited for the bus outside his house.  The bus came and went, but did not stop.  This scared Marty, he knew he would have to walk to school alone.  He always remembered to walk straight to school and not to talk to strangers.  About a block from his house, he passed a man sitting on a bench.

“Hi, Marty.  How are you this morning?” asked the man.  The man was dressed similar to the gym teacher at school.  Marty did not reply.  He kept his eyes straight ahead not making eye contact.  He walked passed the man without saying a word.  He would not talk to this stranger.

At school he sat at his desk and day dreamed as usual.  When the teacher asked a question that he knew the answer to he raised his hand enthusiastically.  He kept his hand up and pleaded to be picked, “pick me pick me,” he said.  The teacher overlooked him and waited until another student raised her hand.

A worksheet was being handed out by another student.  He meticulously handed a sheet to each desk, one by one.  When he got to Marty's desk, he paused a minute and stared at the chair with a horrified look in his eyes.  Marty felt like this student was looking right through him.  The student moved on to the next desk without leaving a sheet on Marty's desk.  Marty was very upset and confused by this students actions.

Later in the day, Marty stood by the windows looking out and daydreaming.  A classmate named Cindy walked up to Marty as he looked out the windows.

“What ya doing?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“What ya thinking about?”

“I'm a pirate on the beach, digging up buried treasure.  Why are the other kids acting weird?”

“They just afraid.  They been afraid since you went away.”

“But I'm right here.”
“I know.  I know.”  Cindy put her arm around Marty to comfort him.

At recess, Marty played as well as he could with the other kids.  He could sense that they were not allowing him to participate in their games.  After a while he just sat on the sidewalk and waited for recess to be over.  Before they went in the teacher took a head count of all her students.  Marty noticed she did not count him.  Marty joined the other students as they walked inside, but he continued to wonder why the teacher did not count him with her headcount.

After school, Marty walked home, alone again.  Again Marty saw the man on the bench dressed like the gym teacher.

“Hello Marty, nice day at school?” asked the man.

Marty did not make eye contact.  He passed the strange man in silence.  Don't talk to strangers, he thought.  Mustn't talk to strangers.

The strange man observed Marty walking away from him.  A tear formed in his eye.  Patience, he thought.  Be patient, he will come around eventually.

Marty went into his house and called for his Mom.  There was no answer.  Marty's Mom was still at work, so he decided to entertain himself by getting out his favorite toy.  He pulled out of a closet his favorite fire truck along with a box that he always pretended was a burning building.  He also pulled out several action figures and proceeded to act out numerous scenarios involving residential fires.

Marty's Mom came home.  She entered the house in a very mechanical fashion.  As soon as she noticed the toys spread out on the floor, she froze.  Her face was very pale and her eyes bulged.  After a minute she abruptly walked across the room and exited to a den.  She had to summon all her strength to keep from trembling and crying.  She walked to a photograph of her late husband.  Brushing it with her hand she mentioned what a long year this has been.  Then she grabbed a photograph of Marty.  Just four weeks earlier Marty was a healthy boy, then he got sick.  Holding the photo in her arms and against her chest as if hugging it she fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh Marty, why did you have to go and die,” she sobbed.

“Mommy, I'm right here Mommy,” Marty screamed at his mother.  “I'm right here.  I'M RIGHT HERE.  I'M RIGHT HERE!”

End

 

Kenneth L Gibbons is a factory worker from upstate New York.  He holds a degree in IT.  He is a passionate musician and song writer.  He is also the author of The Ghost Hunter, available through http://www.kennystales.com.

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