Glimmer of Hope

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I spend a lot of time lounging around and relaxing which was nice.  I unfortunately didn’t get as much writing done as I would’ve liked, but it happens.

This week is actually another story for Grammy’s Grid.  I got a little inspiration from writing the last story so I decided to do another story for the link party.  This story is a Feel Good Story and I hope you enjoy!

Glimmer of Hope

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Erin sat on a rock in the middle of the desert and cried.  She had been walking for hours and hadn’t come across any other living beings.  She watched the sun go from the middle of the sky to down under the horizon. Her mind was racing with how to get out of the situation but nothing seemed to be working in her favor.

She still wasn’t sure how this happened.  One minute she was hanging out with friends at a party and the next moment she’s blacked out.  When she woke up, she was in the middle of the desert. Erin wasn’t sure how long she had been blacked out for but what she knew was that she needed to find a way to get home.  Her phone was missing and she wasn’t even sure she was walking in the right direction to find help.

After a good cry session, Erin stood up and looked around.  She saw something in the distance that looked like it could be some help.  Her feet begrudgingly moved forward towards the small glimmer of hope that was in the distance.  She tried to run toward the small oasis of hope but no matter what she didn’t seem to be moving faster.  

The sand seemed to make Erin’s feet drag a bit more even though she was trying to move quickly.  She had to pay attention to where she was running so she didn’t accidentally run into a cactus of some sort.  The stars started to twinkle a little brighter as she realized she was getting closer to her possible salvation.

She stopped at the top of the hill to look at her small hope.  There was a small tent sitting in the middle of a valley. A small fire smouldered next to the tent meaning that someone was nearby.  Erin wearily walked down the small hill of sand toward the tent, praying that the people would be willing to help her.

“Help…”  Erin tried to say something as loud as possible but it wasn’t super loud.  She took another step and fell in the sand. She was exhausted from walking for so long but she had to try to get their attention.  She lifted her head, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Help!”

There was a rustle in the tent and the front of the tent opened.  A man poked his head out of the tent and gasped. “Oh my…hey! Are you okay?”  He stepped out of the tent and rushed over toward Erin. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her to her feet.  “Are you okay? You look terrible…”

Erin coughed and brushed herself off.  “Uh…no…I woke up in the middle of the desert this afternoon.  I don’t really know what happened but I am completely lost. Can you help me?”

The man nodded and led her toward the tent.  “Of course. My family is camping out tonight and leaving in the morning.  We will get you to safety, don’t worry.” He led her toward the tent where she saw his wife and 2 kids in sleeping bags.  He gathered as many blankets as he could to make a bed of some sort.  

Erin laid down on the bed and felt herself relax.  She was safe and she was going to find her way home.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before drifting off to sleep.



Haunted Hunters

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I had to work all weekend but I did get to do a Paint and Pour Fundraiser which was a lot of fun.  I, unfortunately, didn’t take many photos because we were so busy having fun!  But it was a lot of fun to do with my mom and some of our friends.

This week I bring to you a new story for Grammy’s Grid.  The last story I posted for Grammy’s Grid was The Retelling, and it was her featured post!  So if you want to go back and read it, click here.  This time, instead of having a story based off of an opening sentence, we are getting inspiration from a photograph.  I had a little difficulty deciding how I wanted to go about this story, but it all came together nicely.  I hope you enjoy this Adventure!

Haunted Hunters

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“This is making me feel worse than it did before.”

Luis rolled his eyes.  “Serious Janay. We’ve been hiking for the past couple days to get to the most haunted cave this side of the Mississippi.  Now you think you have a bad feeling?”

She shrugged.  “No…But we’re now here and of course I’m getting more nervous.  What if we see an actual ghost?”

Luis wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him.  “Babe..we’ll be fine. We won’t go into the cave until tomorrow when it’s light outside.  So tonight we can relax and stay in the tent and tomorrow we’ll go inside the cave. When it’s light outside.”  He kissed her on the side of her head. “Does that make you feel better?”

Janay giggled and snuggled closer to him.  “Yeah, I feel a little better. I don’t know how well I’ll sleep tonight with the cave being like, 500 yards away.”

Luis stood up and grabbed another log for the campfire.  He walked toward the flames before pausing and setting it down next to the fire.  He sighed. “I know what you mean. I’m pretty nervous as well. But I was afraid that if we camped too far away we wouldn’t find the cave again in the morning.”

He heard a sigh behind him.  “I don’t know about you, but I am getting kinda tired.  What about you?”

“Did you just ask me the same question twice?”

Janay groaned.  “You know what I meant!  I’m tired okay…”

With a chuckle, Luis walked over to Janay and kissed her.  “I know babe, I’m tired too. How about you get ready and I’ll get the fire to die down.”  Janay slowly stood up and stretched her arms above her head. Luis watched her walk into their small tent and zip up the entry shut.  

He sat down on the mildly uncomfortable camping chair and looked toward the cave entrance.  It was huge, the top of the entrance was almost at the top of the mountain. They had looked into the cave entrance when they arrived, but decided to set up camp and settle in for the night instead.  It was probably better to go in during the day anyway.

Luis turned toward the tent to see if Janay was ready but he couldn’t tell.  “How’s it going in there?”

“How about I just give you your pajamas and a fresh pair of boxers and you can change outside?”

Luis laughed.  “You’re crazy. I ain’t changing out here when there is a haunted cave not too far away.  Nice try.”

There was a giggle inside the tent.  “What? You don’t want to change near a haunted cave?  That seems like something you would do.”

“Oh heck no.  Let me in to change.”  Luis unzipped the tent and quickly stepped in their tiny traveling home.  He grabbed his suitcase and unzipped it to change his clothes. There was low growl coming from outside the tent.  Luis froze. “What was that?”

Janay sat on the air matress and pulled the blanket closer to her.  “I don’t know, but you should go look.”

Luis slowly stood up and peeked out of the tent entrance.  He scanned the area but didn’t see anything that they should be worried about.  “I don’t see anything babe. That was weird.”

“It’s probably because we are staying near the haunted cave.”  

He ducked back into the tent and zipped the tent closed.  “Maybe. But…we’ve encountered spookier things than just a low growl coming from outside the tent.”  He took his shirt off and threw it into his suitcase. “Do you remember that supposedly haunted bridge in Arizona that we went to?”

Janay giggled and snuggled into the blankets.  “Yeah. According to the legend, if you mocked the bridge it would throw you off into the river below.  But no matter how much we mocked it we never got thrown in the river. I think that one is safe to say it wasn’t haunted.”

“And what about the Henrick’s Haunted House?”

“Pfft.  Please. That was a mistake on our part thinking that we were going to encounter a house that was haunted.  Not a legitimate haunted house attraction.”

Luis laid down on the air mattress and covered his body with the blankets.  “Yeah that was definitely a mistake on our part. But it was a fun thing to do.”  He kissed Janay. “Let’s try to relax a little tonight so we are well prepared for tomorrow.”

In one swift motion, Janay flung her arm off the bed and hit the switch on their solar lamp.  The tent went dark and it was quiet. The only sound that filled the air was the crickets that flew around the solo tent.  There was a slight breeze but it wasn’t strong enough to cause any issues with the tent blowing away.  

The two began to finally relax when that low growl sounded again.  Janay’s eyes flew open. “Do you think there’s wolves out here?”

Luis rolled over to face her.  “I don’t think that wolves would be interested in us.  But a mountain lion might.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.  “But there isn’t anything in this part of the woods. I checked with the ranger station before we left.”

Janay sighed a sigh of relief.  “Well that makes me feel better.  Though I am still concerned what that growl is.”

“Maybe it’s the ghost’s dog.  Maybe the dog is trying to warn us to not go in.”  He snickered. “Unfortunately that’s not going to work.”

And with that the two of them were finally able to relax.  The low growl never returned to disturb them yet again. The crickets continued to chirp and the breeze kept the tent cool throughout the night.  Luis drifted off to sleep first and Janay followed shortly after, dreaming of what they would experience the next day.


The Retelling

Good morning!  It’s October!  It’s getting close to Halloween and I am getting excited!  I have a fun costume that I am working on so I can’t wait to show you.

We are doing something exciting for the month of October.  Each Monday will feature a new Spooky Story, perfect for the spooky season.  Today’s story is no different.  Though, it is also a submission for the newest link party on Grammy’s Grid.  The writing prompt for this story is:

It started raining just as I…

So here is my submission for the link party.  I hope you enjoy this spooky Adventure!

The Retelling

The Retelling

“It started raining just as I started driving.  I haven’t driven in the rain that much so it made me a little worried but I decided to go anyway.  I was just going to a friends house after all. I had driven the 60 minutes there multiple times so why would the rain make anything different, right?

“So I drove out of the neighborhood and I headed out towards the country.  It was easier to reach her house by going through all the back roads instead of the freeway.  The freeway was just too out of the way. So I started driving, turned on some music, and made my way to Samantha’s house to have fun together.

“But I noticed something sounded funny on my car as I was driving.  It was this like weird clanking noise, it’s hard to explain. It sounded as if someone had tied empty tin cans to the bottom of my engine.  And like, 10 empty cans, it was loud. So I pulled over and I decided to see if I could figure out what it was. I pulled over on the side of the road and parked my car to try to find out what was making the noise.

“I remember getting out of my car and noticing that I had parked under an apple tree.  I don’t know why that was so important to me at the time, but I remember seeing the orchards all around me.  Actually…I think it was because I wanted to take some photos for Instagram or something. They would look all cool and moody for fall.  But I decided to take photos after I took a look at my car.

“I bent down to see if I could spot anything under the car but I didn’t see anything.  It just looked like a normal car engine. I decided to lift the hood of the car just to humor myself but I still didn’t see anything.  It still looked like a normal car engine. I don’t know much about cars but I didn’t notice anything that looked weird when I looked at the engine.  That’s besides the point, but everything looked like it belonged there in the engine.

“I grabbed the hood of the car and slammed it down and that’s when I noticed him.  There was this guy standing about 50 feet behind my car. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit and his face was completely white.  His eyes looked wild, almost like he wanted to do something crazy but was trying to decide if he was actually going to do it or not.  And what was really strange was that he looked completely dry. Like…I was standing out in the rain for 10 minutes and I was soaked while he was perfectly dry.  It was weird.

“We both stood there for a second before I slowly got back into my car.  I didn’t want to lose track of him because I didn’t know what he would do to me.  I immediately put my keys into the ignition and tried to start the car but it wouldn’t start.  I was able to lock the doors and I reached to grab my phone but I had no service. I tried to start my car again and that’s when I heard something hit my car.

“I turned around saw that man hitting the back of my car with a baseball bat.  I screamed and tried to get my car or my phone to work, but neither of them did.  I just kept screaming, thinking that I was going to die that day. I prayed to God, hoping that I would be able to live for another day.  I looked in my rear view mirror to see the man moving toward my driver’s side door. I had to think quickly and decided to get over the middle console and run into the orchard.

“As soon as he reached my driver’s side door, I hit the unlock button and sprinted out of the car.  I had my keys with me and that was it. If he wanted to steal my money and my driver’s license, he was allowed to.  I didn’t care I was just terrified.

“I looked over my shoulder to see he coming after me.  He wasn’t running, but he was walking quickly to try to keep up with me.  I just kept running and praying that he would never catch up to me. I ran through the entire orchard and then came to the edge of a corn field.  I kept running. My legs were getting tired but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop because I didn’t want to die.

“The further I ran into the corn, the more safe I felt.  But I knew that I wasn’t fully safe until I knew that guy couldn’t get me anymore.  I kept sprinting until I reached the other end of the corn field and stumbled onto this house.  I ran up the driveway and started pounding on the door until Mr. Somers answered. I think he saw how terrified I was and let me inside and I am forever grateful.”

“So can you tell me again what the man looked like?”

“He was taller than me, maybe like 5 foot 10 or 6 feet.  He was wearing a blue jumpsuit. His face was completely white and he had blonde hair.  And he had wild eyes.”

“If you saw him in a lineup do you think you would be able to pick him out.”

“Probably.  I didn’t get a real good look at all of his features but I would recognize his eyes.  I will never forget what those eyes looked like.”

“We will keep a lookout for this wild eyed man.  Once we get a professional sketch artist to draw him out we will have you confirm that the artist drew the man.  But for now, I’m just glad that you are safe. Now let’s get you back to your car and see if we can figure out what happened to it.”

“Yeah…as long as it’s still there.”

The Nightmare Noise

Good morning!  Did everyone have a good weekend so far?  Today is Labor Day and I get the day off from work.  So that’s kind of nice!

This story is another one for Grammy’s Grid.  I also want to say that my last story for her link party was featured!  So thank you for the feature!  If you want to read my last story for the link party, Drowning in His Thoughts, click here.  For this link party, the prompt goes as follows:

Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell…

This story is an Adventure.  Enjoy!

The Nightmare Noise

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Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell sounded throughout the house.  Tiffany leaned over the counter, her head cupped in her hands. This day had not gone as planned and she really just wanted it to be over.  She wanted to go back to bed and start over.

The doorbell rang again.  Tiffany let out a loud groan.  “I’m coming! Geez…” She quickly brushed her hair back behind her ears and loudly stomped towards the front door.  She wasn’t expecting anybody to come by the house today and she really didn’t want to answer the door.

But the doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming!”  Tiffany screamed toward the front door as she walked through the rooms of the house.  Once she got to the door, her hand reached out and gripped the doorknob. She quickly turned the knob and the door flew open.

But no one was there.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”  Tiffany stepped outside the door and took a look around.  There was no one there. There wasn’t a soul on the street, it was just Tiffany yelling at nobody.  Who had rung her doorbell?

Tiffany stepped out of the house and toward the street.  She slowly closed the door behind her, but froze as she heard the lock click behind her.  Tiffany’s eyes flew open and she spun back toward the door. “No. No! Come on! Can this day get any worse?”  She turned the doorknob and tried to open the door. But it was locked.

With a long sigh, Tiffany leaned against the door and slid down to the welcome mat.  What caused this day to be so terrible? Who decided that she needed to be locked out of the house and not get stuff done like she was supposed to?  It was just a terrible day all together.

Suddenly, Tiffany’s ears perked up when she heard the high shrill ring of a bike bell.  Maybe this person could help her get into her house. She looked up to see a black and white newspaper flying straight toward her face.  Tiffany didn’t have any time to react before the newspaper smacked her right in the face and…

Beep Beep Beep

Tiffany’s eyes flew open as her alarm clock went off on the side table.  Her arm swung over to the clock and her hand landed on the off button. She looked at the time, 9 am.  This was a new day. It was all a dream. It couldn’t be that bad…could it?

With a single swoop, Tiffany threw her covers off of her and swung her feet over the edge of her bed.  She stretched her arms over her head and swiveled her head from side to side. It was going to be a great day.  She wasn’t going to let the dream ruin her day. It was a brand new day and she was planning on having a wonderful day.

But then she froze.  The horrible noise that haunted her from the dream.  She never wanted to hear it again, but it was here ringing through the house.

The nightmare noise of the doorbell.

Drowning in His Thoughts

Good morning!  I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!  Did anyone do anything interesting?  I just worked unfortunately, but it is now time for a new story!  This is another story for Grammy’s Grid and the prompt for this story goes as follows:

The fish in the aquarium looked as if they…

I must admit, this one was a little difficult for me because I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to take with it.  I actually wrote 2 different opening paragraphs before I decided on what I wanted to do.  So this story is a Feel Good story, which isn’t a common occurrence on the blog, but it is nice to write a nice story every once in a while.  Enjoy!

Drowning in His Thoughts


The fish in the aquarium looked as if they had been dead for days if not a week.  The water was starting to turn a muck brown from the decaying bodies and the algae that was growing along the walls of the tank.  Every single fish was belly up, floating along the top of the water as if they were still alive. The motor on the water pump had burnt out from running for too long or having too much dirty water run through it.

Shawn sat in the middle of the room and thoroughly took in everything that was there.  The bed was unmade and the two pillows strewn across the floor. A set of pajamas and bunny slippers laid on the floor near the headboard of the bed, one pant leg was bent in a way that made the pants look like they were running away from something.  Few things sat on top of the bedside table including a cup of water, a book with a pink bookmark 3/4th of the way through the pages, a pair of headphones, a bottle of lotion, and a small bottle of pills. Shawn’s eyes moved over toward the dresser where one drawer was left open.  A few photo frames sat on top of the dresser, each one filled with photos of family and friends. Every photo had smiles and happiness plastered all over them, but was that what was really happening while the photo was taken?

As Shawn let out a sigh, he slowly stood up.  He was trying to get in the mind of Maggie, trying to find out what happened and why she had disappeared.  He was so worried about her, he knew she was busy with school and work but he never suspected that she had disappeared.  He stepped over to the dresser and picked up a photo of the two of them on their last date, 4 days before she was last heard from.  They were so happy, or at least he thought they were.

“Maggie…where did you go?  Or I guess I should ask what happened to you?  Did you run away on your own? Or did somebody take you?”  He turned and sat down on the bed to think, tears starting to form on the corners of his eyes.  “Why didn’t I try looking for you sooner?”

Shawn felt his phone start to vibrate in his pocket.  He quickly grabbed for it and answered, even though it was a number that he didn’t recognize.  “This is Shawn.”

A very timid voice answered on the other end of the phone.  “Shawn? It’s me, Maggie.”

Shawn stood up, he couldn’t believe that she was calling him.  “Maggie! Where are you? Are you okay? What happened? I can’t believe you’re calling me!”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.  “I don’t know where I am, I’m okay, and I still don’t really know what happened.  All I know is that I’m using a payphone outside of a Carl’s Jr. Wait…” Shawn could hear her asking someone if they knew the address.  “I’m at 3298 Lafayette Street in Jonestown. Just…come get me. Hurry.”

Shawn was already out her front door when she said that.  “I’m on my way baby. Just stay inside and I will be there as soon as I can.  Okay?”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone.  “Okay. I just…I hope they don’t find me…”

“They won’t Maggie.  Stay positive. Hide in the bathroom if you need to.  Have you called the police?”

“Not yet, I’ll call them once I get off the phone with you.  But I wanted to at least call you to let you know I was okay.  Just come get me please.”

“I’m on my way.  I love you.” Shawn hung up the phone and started typing in the address to see he was 30 minutes away from where she was.  He raced to his car and started the engine, carefully pulling onto the street and making his way towards Maggie. He had to make sure she was safe and okay.

His thoughts clouded his mind as he drove toward the Carl’s Jr. It was almost as if he was drowning in his thoughts; he couldn’t think straight.  Shawn almost missed the exit he needed to take because he was only thinking of Maggie. He prayed that she wasn’t hurt and that he could just whisk her back to her apartment.  

But he also couldn’t stop blaming himself.  He hadn’t heard from her in a week which was a long amount of time.  He should’ve gone to check on her even though she told him that she was always busy.  And he should’ve fed her fish when he first went to check to see if she was okay. She wasn’t going to be happy that her beloved fish were dead, but she should at least be happy to be alive.  He should’ve tried harder to find out if she was missing, maybe he could’ve found her sooner. But, it wasn’t how things worked out and he had to find a way to accept that.

Shawn pulled into the parking lot and quickly parked his car.  He raced inside to see Maggie talking to 2 officers. She saw him walk in and immediately stood up and ran over to him.  He embraced her, squeezing her so close against him that he was afraid he was going to snap her body in half. But he didn’t want to let her go and lose her again.  She looked up at him, tears steaming down her face. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m just glad that you’re okay.  I should’ve checked to see if you were home after you didn’t answer the phone for four days.”  He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry, I let you down.”

Maggie shook her head.  “No, you wouldn’t have known.  I told you that if I don’t answer my phone that I’m probably busy.  That’s my fault for making you think that I will always be okay.” She laid her head against his chest.  “Don’t leave me please. I want you to sit with me through the questions. Please.”

Shawn looked over her head at the officers who nodded.  “Of course.” They sat down and Maggie answered every question the officers asked her.  It felt like it was taking forever, but Shawn didn’t really care. He finally had closure for his thoughts.  She didn’t blame him and she was safe. The kidnappers were still out there somewhere but at least Maggie was safe.  Shawn wasn’t going to let Maggie out of his sight until everything died down. And hopefully that wouldn’t take too long.



Good morning! It is Monday and I am still recovering from my weekend (kind of). I didn’t do much but I was recovering from a 10 day work week. So I spent a lot of time relaxing. But we are back with a new Grammy’s Grid post. This weeks prompt goes as follows:

As she looked out the window, she wondered if…

Before we get too far into this story, I do want to say that this is my dark retelling of an already known story. I wanted to try my hand at something new, so this is my dark version. You will probably be able to figure of what story I’m referencing pretty early on, though I did change the name for my version. This story is classified as Dark, so please, enjoy!


As she looked out the window, she wondered if she would ever leave the room. Rosie was stuck there in a tower, never having been outside of the small space. But the world outside the tower was scary and there were reasons she didn’t leave the space that she knew so well.
Rosie looked out the window at the darkness that surrounded the tower. The dark black sky loomed ominously overhead, making the world seem darker than it actually was. The strange swamp land surrounding the tower seemed to bubble up and down in random places, almost as if the land was breathing underneath the swampland. There were very few plants besides the reeds that were scattered around, but most of the land was bare. The tower stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of this land.
She sat in a chair in the middle of the room and stared at the window. Maybe there was a way to get out of this tower without her mother knowing. Her mother always made it seem like the world was scary, and honestly it kind of was. She had no way to protect herself and no way to survive more than a couple hours. Plus she had to find to get past her mother.
Rosie shook her head and came back to reality. Her eyes scanned the room to see if there was anything that might aid her in trying to escape. As she slowly spun around the room, her eyes landed on a sword. “Has that always been there? Have I just never noticed that there is a literal sword on my wall?”
As she reached for the sword, she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing or not. But at this point, it didn’t matter. She needed to find a way out. Her fingers gripped the handle of the sword and she pulled it down off the wall. It was a lot heavier than she had expected it to be. She held it in her hand for a moment trying to decide what she wanted to do next. And then it hit her. She had to cut her hair.
Her long black hair was trailing behind her everywhere she went. It dragged on the floor and was probably long enough touch the swamp if she let it out of her tower window. But if Rosie tried to leave the tower with all of her hair following her, that was a sure way to die. Rosie took the sword and held it under her hair and cut outwards to the rest of the room. There was suddenly a huge relief from all of the weight of her hair falling from her head. She rolled her neck and felt it crack. It felt good. She felt like she was starting to find her way out.
Rosie’s fingers slowly gripped the doorknob and turned the knob as quietly as possible. She pulled the door towards her body, praying that it didn’t make a noise. There was a slight creak that came from the hinges but it wasn’t enough noise for anyone to notice. Rosie slipped through the door, sword in hand, and made her way down the stairs toward where her mother stayed.
She tiptoed down the steps as she tried to listen to where her mother was. There was the faint sound to singing coming from the bottom of the tower, somewhere she had never explored before. Her mother had placed so much fear into Rosie about what was below her room in the tower that she never tried to explore it. Her footsteps softened as she approached the bottom floor, hoping to not make her mother hear her coming.
With one final step, Rosie’s foot touched the bottom of the tower. She slowed down and cautiously tiptoed to the door that she assumed her mother was sitting behind. There was a small gap in the door that she peered through, spying her mother sitting in a chair. Her mother seemed to be reading a book and not paying that much attention to what was around her. Rosie slowly pushed the door open and looked into the living room.
“What are you doing down here?” Rosie froze, she didn’t know her mother had heard her coming down the stairs. Should she answer? “I thought I told you that you had to stay in your tower.”
“I…” A whisper barely passed by Rosie’s lips. “I’m still in the tower. I haven’t left.”
Her mother shifted in her chair but still didn’t look at Rosie. “You aren’t in your tower. You are at the bottom of the tower. They are two different things.”
“But..I’m still in the tower. I haven’t left.” She inched closer, the sword held behind her back. “I know you aren’t happy with me, but I still haven’t left the tower.”
“You have disobeyed!” Her mother turned around in her chair to look at Rosie, and her eyes widened. “What…what happened to your hair? Where did it go?”
Rosie blushed. “I…uh…I cut it. Do you like it?” Her hands started to get a little sweaty as she tried to keep her cool.
“No I don’t like it.” Her mother let out a huff and turned back around in her chair to not face Rosie. “I can’t believe you would cut your hair like that. Without my permission at that.”
Rosie took another couple steps forward and moved the sword to her side. This was her moment to do something. “But I really like it. It’s much easier to manage and take care of. And it’s not weighing me down anymore.” She slowly raised the sword to her side and quickly sliced across the back of the chair.
Her mother’s head went flying across the floor.
Rosie looked at her mother’s head on the floor and walked past it. Her fingers grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening it up to the dark swamplands around the tower. Rosie wasn’t sure what she was going to find out there. But all she knew was that she was now able to go wherever she pleased.
Her foot landed on the squishy swampland that was outside. She took a deep breath and continued to walk with the sword dragging behind her. Rosie never wanted to see her tower again and that was what she had wanted all along.

I Am Free

Good morning!  It’s Monday and we are here with another short story for Grammy’s Grid.  That’s right, another one!  This time, the opening line is:

The summer breeze blew through my hair as I…

Now, this is a second part to Secretive and Haunted, so you may want to go read that one before reading this one.  So click here if you want to go back and read the other short story.  This story is a Paranormal story and I hope you enjoy!

I Am Free

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The summer breeze blew through my hair as I stood there staring at the house.  It was late afternoon and the sun was coming down toward the horizon. I was just about to head around the house to do my nightly patrol but something seemed off.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something seemed different.

I heard a noise coming from within the house.  I didn’t recognize the noise, it definitely wasn’t one of the new owners of the house.  It was an annoying clicking noise that didn’t seem like it was stopping anytime soon.

“Hello? My name is Ty.  Can you hear me?”

I flew into the house.  Who was Ty? I saw a young man wearing all black clothes standing there.  Who was this guy that was standing in the middle of the living room? I had never seen him before, so what was he doing here?

He stood in the middle of the room with a small device in his hand.  The device seemed to be where the noise was coming from but he seemed very concentrated on it.  Ty looked up toward the ceiling. “If there is someone here, can you state your name?”

I opened my mouth and tried to say something.  I stayed quiet most of the time because I didn’t want to scare the people who were living in the house.  But this Ty guy seemed to be wanting to talk to me. “Fr…Fran…Franklin…”

I watched Ty’s body freeze.  Did I do something wrong? He wanted me to state my name and now he seemed like he was frozen in fear.  Maybe he wasn’t actually expecting me to say anything.

“Okay…can you tell me what you are doing here?”

Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing in the house.  All I knew was that one day I was working and the next day I was floating around the house as a ghost.  I didn’t know what had happened but all I knew was that I was dead. So I guess that was the answer that he was looking for.


I could see Ty start to panic a little.  I really hoped that I hadn’t scared him into not helping me.  “Did you die inside the house? Or did you die outside somewhere?  And did someone kill you or did you kill yourself?” I felt myself starting to sink closer to the floor, reaching the same height as Ty.  I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. I knew that I hadn’t killed myself but I still couldn’t be 100% sure. I had been dead for so many years I couldn’t really remember what happened.  I was brought back to reality by Ty clearing his throat. “I can’t help you if you don’t give me any information. So how can I help you?”

I knew where the bodies were.  I knew that I wasn’t the only one who had died, but I was the only ghost who was here.  I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to reveal our secret. 


I felt ashamed that I couldn’t say any more but Ty seemed satisfied with my answer.  “Okay…so I need to go into the basement. Is the basement inside or outside?” I sat there a bit puzzled.  I just floated through the floors so I wasn’t exactly sure if the entrance to the basement was inside or out.  But I saw Ty nod his head. ““Okay. I will go find this basement and talk to you there.”

I followed Ty through the entire house, curious about what he was going to find.  I wasn’t sure where the basement was but I felt like a little puppy following his master.  I just followed Ty through every room until he walked outside and started stomping around. What was he doing?

Suddenly he stopped.  Ty stomped around in a small around and then started tearing the weeds away from the ground.  He found a door. Was this the entrance to the basement where my body was hidden? Ty gripped the handles of the door and started pulling on the door.  It didn’t budge.

I flew under the doors and pushed the doors open so that Ty could get in.  But I didn’t realize how powerful I was. Once I stopped I saw Ty laying on his back in the grass.  Oops.  I must’ve knocked him over.

Ty slowly stood up and made his way into the basement.  I followed him again. Once he saw the bodies, I felt something rising up inside of me.  I wasn’t sure what it was but I felt myself scream. I let out a blood curdling scream and I felt myself rocketing toward the sky.  I didn’t know what was happening but when I stopped I was in the clouds. I tried to go back toward the house but I couldn’t. I was free.  Ty had saved me.

And I was never going to be able to thank him.

Together Forever

Good morning! I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!  I did a whole lot of nothing…except for writing.  I did a whole lot of that this weekend.  So be ready!  It’s coming on the blog sooner than you know it!

Welcome to another blog post for Grammy’s Grid!  For this one, I had a little bit of a difficult time figuring out what I wanted to do.  But!  I made it work!  So the prompt for this link party goes as follows:

Who is the woman in that photo?  Is it…

So here it is!  Here is my addition to Grammy’s Grid Link Party 6.  This story is an Adventure.  Enjoy!

Together Forever

Together Forever

“Who is that woman in the photo? Is it someone I should know?”

Mitchell nodded his head.  “Yeah. That’s my new girlfriend Mikayla.  You should definitely introduce yourself if you see her.”

His roommate Joe picked up the photo frame and looked at the girl.  “How long have you two been together?”

“2 weeks.  It’s all still pretty new.”

Joe set the frame down on the desk and turned to walk out of the dorm room.  “Cool dude. Next time she comes over introduce us.”

“Yeah.  I will definitely do that.”  He heard the door lock as Joe had left the room.  He picked up the photo and flopped onto his bed and sighed.  “Mikayla. Why are you so perfect? And how did I get so lucky to fall in love with you and for you to fall in love with me?”

He rolled over and opened the drawer of his bedside table, revealing some of the things he had of Mikayla’s.  A notebook that she gave him in the library, a water bottle that she gave him in class, a small clipping of hair that he asked her for when she cut her hair shorter, and her tee shirt that she had worn to the pool but gave him instead.  They were all so personal and Mitchell felt like they were connected through their items. Each item was so perfect, just like their relationship.

As he lay on the bed he could only think about their relationship.  Like the time they met, when she purposely ran into him. She quickly apologized and kept walking; but Mitchell knew that it was fate for them to meet.  They sat in the dining hall together and he would stare at her the whole time, admiring her beauty and poise as she sat and talked. Then there was the time at the pool where they swam side by side and their hands brushed against each other’s.  It was all so exciting and new that Mitchell didn’t know what to do afterwards. They were meant to be together; they were meant to be a couple.

They were meant to be together forever.

Mitchell slowly stood up and looked out the window; Mikayla was walking out on the sidewalk going toward a class.  He immediately put on his shoes and ran out of the dorm room, keys in hand. He caught up to Mikayla and started to gain onto her head start.  As he approached her, his arm started to reach forward toward Mikayla’s body. Her body was perfect: every curve was just right, her red hair flew in the wind, and her step was bouncy and fun.  Mikayla was perfect. Mitchell’s fingers reached out and were mere inches away from Mikayla’s butt. His fingers spread out and with a quick motion, Mitchell grabbed and squeezed her right butt cheek.

He quickly passed Mikayla on her left to make it look like he wasn’t guilty.  His feet kept walking until Mitchell felt like he was far enough away that he was out of sight.  Mitchell found a bench where he sat down and pulled out his phone, making it look like he wasn’t paying attention to the world.  But in reality, he was watching to see Mikayla walk by. His phone camera was ready to record, ready for her to pass by at any moment.

And then she turned the corner.

Mikayla looked extremely disturbed, quickly looking over both of her shoulders as if she was still watching for Mitchell to show up.  His finger pressed the red record button and he started following her movements, making sure to catch every step that she took. She was absolutely stunning as she walked through the campus and Mitchell wanted to make sure that he caught every moment of it.  She was absolutely beautiful.

Mitchell slowly stood up and started to follow Mikayla again.  He continued to record her walking to class, smiling to himself knowing that he was now going to have a video of her.  He kept his distance even though he knew she would love for him to take this video.

As she continued to walk, Mitchell found himself falling even more in love with her.  She seemed to speed up as she walked almost as if she was afraid of something behind her.  Mitchell continued to follow her until she disappeared into a classroom. He stopped, it didn’t feel right to follow her into her class.  Her education was important after all.

He decided to head back to his dorm and try to relax before he had to go to his night class.  He was over the moon in love with Mikayla and he knew that she felt exactly the same way about him.  They were going to be together forever and he was going to make sure that happened. They were meant to be together and they were meant to get married one day.  Mitchell knew that Mikayla was the perfect match for him which is why they were so in love.

They were in love and that’s all that mattered.

Secretive and Haunted

Good morning!  It’s almost the end of the month, how crazy is that?  Before you know it, it’s going to be Christmas!  And before we continue into the story, I want to announce that I have a Pinterest.  That’s the one social media that I didn’t have and now, I have it!  Click here and you will be whisked away to my Pinterest page.

This story is for Grammy’s Grid again!  I love writing these short stories because it can really get creative wheels turning.  This link party’s starting line is:

The old house, with its overgrown garden, was secretive and…

This story is a Paranormal story (I know…I haven’t done this in a while).  But I hope you enjoy!

Secretive and Haunted

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The old house, with its overgrown garden, was secretive and haunted.  Ty stood on the gravel driveway and stared at the large farmhouse.  The house was daunting in the evening light, standing tall and powerful in front of Ty’s six foot tall body.  The farmhouse was still in decent shape but it really needed some love and attention from the current owners.  The wind picked up, making the atmosphere feel even more eerie as Ty stood there.

He slowly took a step forward, his step crunching the gravel beneath his boots.  He made his way to the front door and reached out for the doorknob.  The knob was cold to the touch, which was strange considering that it was the middle of June and still 90 degrees at 8 o’clock at night.  The chill made Ty feel uncomfortable.  He took a deep breath, turned the knob, and made his way inside the house.

The inside was just as cold as the doorknob.  It was eerie to find a fully furnished house that people live in, but no one was home.  Ty was used to going into empty houses or buildings that had been abandoned for years, not houses that were recently purchased by someone and felt that their new home was haunted.  He sat down on the couch and opened his back pack to pull out an EMF reader.  The reader was set on the coffee table and Ty hoped and prayed that he would somehow reach the ghost that was haunting the building.

“Hello?  My name is Ty.  Can you hear me?”  He waited to see if there was an answer from the ghost in the house, but there was nothing.  “If there is someone here, can you state you name?”


Ty felt himself become a little stiff; he wasn’t actually expecting an answer from someone inside the house.  He nodded.  “Okay…can you tell me what you are doing here?”


He froze.  Did the ghost mean that he was going to die or that the ghost had died?  “Did you die inside the house?  Or did you die outside somewhere?  And did someone kill you or did you kill yourself?”  There was no response, just the never ending clicking noise that came from the EMF reader.  Ty cleared his throat.  “I can’t help you if you don’t give me any information.  So how can I help you?”


“Okay…so I need to go into the basement.  Is the basement inside or outside?”  Nothing else came over the EMF reader.  Ty nodded.  “Okay.  I will go find this basement and talk to you there.”  Ty picked up the device and turned it off, making the entire room silent again.  He shivered.  He wasn’t sure what he was going to find in the basement but he knew he had to go down there.  Wherever there was.

He made a quick journey through the downstairs of the house to see if there was a basement, but there wasn’t anything.  So, Ty walked outside and started to make his way around the farmhouse.  He kept his eyes open for any sort of door that he could find and his steps became heavier with the hope that he would step on the door.  And that’s when he found it.  He took a couple steps on something that felt like wood but it was severely overgrown.  Ty got down on his hands and knees and tore the weeds and grass up out of the ground to find 2 handles and 2 wooden doors.

He sat back on his heels and took a deep breath.  He didn’t know what he was going to find but he couldn’t prepare himself.  His hands gripped the handles and he pulled with all of his might.  The doors were stuck.   But Ty tried pulling on them even harder and the doors flew open.  Ty laid on his back looking at the opening to the basement in awe and confusion.  What was down there?

After slowly standing up, Ty made his way toward the opening.  The smell that came out of the basement was unbearable; it smelled like something was rotting and he hoped that it wasn’t what he thought it would be.  He slowly approached the opening and cautiously walked down the rickety stairs.  Once Ty reached the floor, the smell was much more overwhelming.  And he knew exactly where the smell was coming from.

Laying on the floor were 6 sets of bones.  All of them were bare meaning that they had been down in the basement for a long time.  Ty wanted to vomit from the smell but somehow kept his composure while staring at the bones.  He had been hired by the family to find the ghost, not to find 6 sets of bones in the basement.

There was a scream that echoed through the entire building, almost as if the soul of Franklin had been released.  Ty covered his ears until the screaming was done, which was longer than he was expecting it to.  But when it was over, he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed the police.

“Hi.  My name is Ty and I am at a house to investigate some paranormal activity and I have found 6 bodies in the basement.  I need an officer to come here immediately.”


I Must Be Imagining

Good morning!  It is Monday!  Is everyone ready for the new week?  Any major plans for this coming work week?  Am I asking too many questions?  Probably.

This story is another one for Grammy’s Grid.  She gives us a writing prompt and we see what comes to mind.  The prompt for this story is:

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back…

I did write another story for this link party called Runaway.  If you want to read that one, click here.  And if you want to check out the other stories from this link party, click here.  This story is categorized as Adventure, so enjoy!

I Must Be Imagining

I Must Be Imagining

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back to see what she had been scared of.  There was nothing there.  Kiki was confused.  “What?  What was following me?”  She looked around the area to see if there was anything out of place.

Kiki took a deep breath and looked at her surroundings.  She was standing in front of her high school gymnasium and she was standing in the parking lot.  There were a couple cars sitting in their spaces but the lot was mostly empty.  There were the normal trees, all of the bushes, fun flowers lining the edges of the parking lot, and the creepy set of eyes hiding in the bushes.  Wait.  Were those supposed to be there? Kiki rubbed her eyes and looked for the mysterious eyes again.

But they were gone.

She stood in the middle of the parking lot with a confused look on her face.  What was going on?  Was there something following her or not?  She turned toward the school buildings and walked onto campus to get ready for the day.

When the bell rang for the school day to start, Kiki made her way out of the library and toward her English classroom.  She walked around the corner and saw a man wearing a long trench coat and a fedora standing at the end of the building.  She stopped in her tracks and stood in place for a few moments. None of the other students seemed to notice this random man standing on the schools campus.

Someone hit her shoulder as she was standing in the walkway.  “Sorry.”  They kept walking as Kiki brought herself back to reality.  She shook her head and looked for the man that she had been staring at.

But he was gone.

Kiki bolted for the classroom and walked through the door just as the second bell rang.  She looked around the room at all of the students sitting in their desks.  Everyone was there in their appropriate seats and Kiki took her place as well.  She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her schoolwork.

The rest of the day without a hitch.  Kiki walked out of the campus and looked for anything suspicious.  But nothing seemed out of place.  Everyone was leaving campus to head home for the day and get ready for their weekends.  Kiki made her way home as well, checking over her shoulders every chance that she got.  But she didn’t stop looking until she got into the front door.

She leaned against the door and slid down to the floor.  She held her hands in her head for a while just trying to comprehend what had happened over the day.  Was there actually something there or was it all her imagination?  She prayed that it was all her imagination and that she didn’t have to worry about this happening again.  She hoped that she wouldn’t see that man again but she could never be sure that she was safe.  All Kiki knew was that she was safe for now.