The Ghost at My Feet (A Variation of the Tale of Lady Margaret and Sweet William) By Michael Medlen For the past three nights, around midnight, the ghost appeared at the foot of my bed dressed in her old white dress. The first night I was scared to death, shivering in my bed. I… Read More The Ghost at My Feet
Two boys sat on the empty beach of Lake Erie with their backs against a hollow tree trunk that had been washed ashore . They were building a sand castle. Their hands dug deep into the sand until a circle had been carved around the towered structure. A castle wasn’t complete without a moat. “Let’s… Read More Two Boys
“Are you sure you can handle this?” the man asked me, handing me a wad of 100s. Stefani sat on the bed across from me, her black tank top pulled and bra up to her neck, exposing her pointy breasts and mid size areolas in a manner that made me a little jealous. She had… Read More He asked me to watch
Tom Daranbout sat at the end of the long dining room table, staring at the gray walls around him. At one point they had been a cream color. His face hid behind a long gray beard. He wore a worn flannel shirt missing the top button and a pair of dirty ripped jeans. He glanced… Read More The Creator
John woke up in a hospital bed. There was nothing but bare walls and a door with small slit through which he could see a nurse’s station. He had no idea how or why he was there. With nothing but a hospital gown on, he got up and tried the handle. It was locked. There… Read More Coping with Disaster: A Manic’s Tale
“Guess what, Jimmy?” “What?” “I said guess, silly.” Wrinkles formed on James’s forehead as he pretended to concentrate. He forgot how girls could be. “You’re drunk,” he said. “Well, yeah. But that’s not it. Try again.” “You got me.” The blonde girl shrugged her shoulders. “Fine, I’ll just tell you. My parents aren’t home.”… Read More Heather’s Sway
Jack stares at a stud welder as the machine beeps and lays a piece of metal onto a tray. He’s done this for 30 years. Mick, a co-worker, comes from behind and takes the metal off the tray and onto a cart. Jack watches him then take the cart to another machine, lay the part… Read More Where do the Old Ones Go?