where horror and fantasy collide
My mom passed along a bunch of stuff from my childhood. My daughter recently discovered my “School Days” memory book and went through it like a detective on a murder case. She pulled out something I didn’t even know was there, and while it’s not my very first complete story, it is from 5th grade…. (and…
“Slow down, dammit! You’re going to wreck the car!” I still didn’t know why I had let Ronnie drive. He didn’t even have a valid license. Now here I was, sitting beltless in the passenger seat, as he maneuvered his way down a road full of hairpin turns at breakneck speed. “Relax. I know this…
Alice tried to remember who had given her the key. The skeleton key reminded her of a horror flick she’d once watched. With interest, she noted the top of the key had the shape of a heart. If only she could remember who had given it to her, then she might remember what it was…