Chapter 6: 1877 - The Porch The summer sun shines on the lawn, making the scene of children running and playing tag even more lively than one could give account to. Avery climbs his way up a sprawling

Chapter 5: 1864 - The Manor "Wake up, Joshua." The dim light from the candle my Father held gleamed off of his glass eye, a token from an unfortunate incident that involved breaking a stallion.

Chapter 4: 1877 - The Fields The handles of Tull's horse-drawn hoe wheedle in my grip. The three fingers left on my hand make steadying the plough an arduous task. I could leave it for Luther to learn,

Chapter 3: 1858 - The Cottage Olivia sat at the edge of the bed in nothing but her slip. White cotton and frilled at the edges, leading to bare shoulders that she covered with hands and arms crossed at

Chapter 2: 1875 - The Woods The sound of our horses' hooves is dampened by a layer of dewy leaves as they tread with a cautious gait. About twenty paces in front and to my right, Red Beauchamp sits astride

Chapter 1: 1858 - The Farmhouse I remember that Summer day when Peter came running up to me, out of breath. He and the kids from some neighboring families were engaged in a game of tag that had gone on

1872 - The Fence Sweat has saturated the band of my straw hat, so I take it off and mop my forehead as best I can with an equally soaked handkerchief. The action gives me a brief respite from the labor,

Jean twisted the dial on the radio until the volume of voices came out louder than the ubiquitous static. The past couple of days had sparked a revival of AM radio not seen since audio theater, with people

I’m standing across from Stanley’s Diner--the one that serves English muffins--when a neon light goes off in my periphery. Those little brightly contoured filaments, they call my name with the debauchery

This piece was written in response to a song prompt from a friend on Reddit, and can also be found on my profile on Wattpad. The image above is from Pixabay. The Tower Where the Neon Ends Niao stalked

A/N: This short work is for the Nanomancer creative competition by @benjojo. Thanks for running this, bud! The image above is from Pixabay. Mined Hallan and Kerrick crowded around their friend, with movements

Rare Love The steel of the gun barrel feels cold on my lips. Well, it might feel cold if I could feel anything. I suffer from hereditary sensory and autonomic neuropathy type IV. It’s a very long and annoying

image from Pixabay This story is part of a noir anthology I am putting together on Wattpad. You all here on Steemit are getting it a day in advance. Check out more noir stories in every flavor of

Since my story got buried from all the resteeming I did for the Urban Legends Contest, I decided to collect all three parts here via links. Be sure to check out the awesome winners of the contest here!

Image by grayartist on Pixabay Author's Note: If you enjoyed this story and its take on an urban legend, please check out @jrhughes Urban Legend Flash Fiction Contest, where you could win $30 SBD prize!

Image by grayartist on Pixabay Author's Note: If you enjoyed this story and its take on an urban legend, please check out @jrhughes Urban Legend Flash Fiction Contest, where you could win $30 SBD prize!

Image by grayartist on Pixabay Author's Note: If you enjoyed this story and its take on an urban legend, please check out @jrhughes Urban Legend Flash Fiction Contest, where you could win $30 SBD prize!

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, stroking the rough grizzle of a four month old beard. His daughter sat on the toilet beside him, rubbing the shaving cream between her chubby little palms until

Ian R. Cooper, aka @horrorguyian was raised by wolf. Not wolves, a single wolf. And she worked the second shift. I guess you could call him a latch-cave kid. Ian only recently started writing in late 2015.

Brandon stood, facing the eye of the Ferris wheel. It watched him back. Reds, blues, and greens blinking in the steady Morse code of neon lights that radiated from its turning center. With a diameter of