Get OutIt started at dinner. The sound of a door creaking, opening or closing I know not.Get Out by ~ShadowbladeRavyn
We heated six small frozen lasagnas, a bowl of assorted vegetables and another bowl of various fruit added to our pre-made main course. Strong raspberry lemonade, but diluted with water, as our drink.
Turning my attention to the food before me, I would hear it. The creaking. I would turn and strain to locate its source. The sound stopped.
Eat and the creaking would continue. Stop eating and stare at the nearby door. No sound. Resume consuming the heated pre-made lasagna, which was not bad. Repeat. This occurred through the entire meal until dessert.
I thought I was losing my mind. Each time I paused to listen, the creaking would cease after a few seconds. Was it the table? The door? Something in the next room? No one else seemed to notice, point it out or acknowledge it. It could be anything, yet nothing. What promoted the sound from annoying to disturbing was that I couldn’t locate its origin. My
The Day I KnewIt was a Wednesday. Just your normal, middle-of-the-week day. Nothing special for a college senior plagued with "senioritis" and more than ready to graduate. Adults call it the impatience and ignorance of youth. The professor told us to partner with one other for an in-class exercise. I took the opportunity to partner with her. That day I knew: she is the one.The Day I Knew by ~ShadowbladeRavyn
Now let's be honest. A male my age is nowhere near mature when it comes to sexuality. We lack the discipline to reign in our raw thoughts or self-pleasure. That day, despite satiating the urge, I knew she was the one I was looking for; my J.
"J" isn't her name. J knows that I like to write, so I try to protect her identity by using the first letter of her name. My J was one of three women I was interested in during the beginning of my senior year. (Okay, my initial interest in them was purely sexual). On the first day of class, the only one I shared with J, I couldn't avoid noticing her even if I tried. Bright blonde hair that wo
After debating for a few weeks if I should start publishing flash and short fiction by myself, I decided to try it out with a few stories that are not included in FIRST FLIGHT, my collection of short stories. Here are the three stories I published with Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP):