tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post8180633528154666263..comments2022-02-23T00:32:52.261-05:00Comments on Narrow House: She saw Ghosts - He saw Bodies - CONTEST!Jamie Perezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13651269155215936091noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-51906061615638122772010-04-22T13:17:50.909-04:002010-04-22T13:17:50.909-04:00Angela is alone in the house, reading. A susurrus ...Angela is alone in the house, reading. A susurrus from the guest bedroom intrudes. She steps down the hall to look. The bed: made. The curtains: drawn. The closet door (always kept closed): wide open.Fred Dewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13176346239986669481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-53148662446080265872010-04-21T16:30:52.170-04:002010-04-21T16:30:52.170-04:00It wasn't what she expected.
Covered in the s...It wasn't what she expected.<br /><br />Covered in the sheet and blanket, a crinkle above her head. She rolled over. And fell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-47450384130355337862010-04-21T13:33:28.956-04:002010-04-21T13:33:28.956-04:00It was the greatest, easiest, surest way ever to l...It was the greatest, easiest, surest way ever to lose weight. It was magical. <br /><br />Every year after gorging on Thanksgiving food, she would sneak out the house, and head down the road to the local gas station. She would enter the bathroom, and lock the door. She would shift her skirt so it wouldn't get dirty, and lift the toilet cover.<br /><br />And she would lick the rim, side to side, top to bottom, until it was clean.<br /><br />Ten days, a couple stomach pumps, and a disease fought off later, she would emerge from ICU twenty pounds lighter. <br /><br />Magical.davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16491812540182916035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-4758435473404203892010-04-21T13:06:08.978-04:002010-04-21T13:06:08.978-04:00(comment on the comments)
These are great, guys!!...(comment on the comments)<br /><br />These are great, guys!!<br />Super excited to see more.Justin Siroishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16691670673258509953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-48822367007827705352010-04-21T11:51:48.950-04:002010-04-21T11:51:48.950-04:00The man smashed the kaleidoscope and crammed the p...The man smashed the kaleidoscope and crammed the pieces into his mouth, chewed them slowly and methodically. He opened his mouth and a pale, shimmering projection of my dead grandfather emerged, floating silently just inches from my face, gesturing for me to take a kaleidoscope from his hand.[adam]https://www.blogger.com/profile/02231108012129458161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-36819493885437628822010-04-21T11:49:51.090-04:002010-04-21T11:49:51.090-04:00"So what," Glenn said, struggling to get..."So what," Glenn said, struggling to get in one last crunch, the hard kind, no-cheating, when the other firemen told him it was sick to watch a porno when he knew all of the actors in it had died in a still unexplained fire, "what could possibly happen?"Gorelickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14303187504509509635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-10146777669896807272010-04-21T11:49:51.089-04:002010-04-21T11:49:51.089-04:00For some reason he knew his name. Walter. And it w...For some reason he knew his name. Walter. And it wasn't Walter's sudden and inexplicable presence that bothered him, but the memories, coming strong now, that Walter had always been there. Since childhood. Forever standing just out of sight, until now.brotherclonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14844887571335537920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-65571491030875982132010-04-21T11:47:55.434-04:002010-04-21T11:47:55.434-04:00He called himself the Eternal Shadow of Unending S...He called himself the Eternal Shadow of Unending Suffering, but I called him Jerry. "Hi Jerry", I said, ignoring the screams.davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16491812540182916035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-27111869721138122102010-04-21T11:46:48.810-04:002010-04-21T11:46:48.810-04:00The knife and I engaged in a staring contest. Then...The knife and I engaged in a staring contest. Then I blinked and it was in his chest. Oops.davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16491812540182916035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-87508626847404268662010-04-21T11:40:16.243-04:002010-04-21T11:40:16.243-04:00Why, no one's lived in that house for years. D...Why, no one's lived in that house for years. Dumbass.Gorelickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14303187504509509635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-90053436755281388312010-04-21T11:38:31.089-04:002010-04-21T11:38:31.089-04:00Did you .. Amy?Did you .. Amy?Gorelickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14303187504509509635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-17706490852337003252010-04-21T11:34:21.433-04:002010-04-21T11:34:21.433-04:00(staff entry, for the fun)
And that's the thi...(staff entry, for the fun)<br /><br />And that's the thing... nothing happened.Jamie Perezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13651269155215936091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-86444655426036644922010-04-21T10:18:28.257-04:002010-04-21T10:18:28.257-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Tkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01460213937306995281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-84929334126664293622010-04-21T09:33:48.393-04:002010-04-21T09:33:48.393-04:00Ears still ringing, Daniel reached around the smal...Ears still ringing, Daniel reached around the small of his back to stop the blood. His entire hand disappeared inside the wetness.Justin Siroishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16691670673258509953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-62657260865175334552010-04-21T09:25:07.551-04:002010-04-21T09:25:07.551-04:00Tone
He held the boy’s head. He sought for ridges...Tone<br /><br />He held the boy’s head. He sought for ridges, pulled the hair.Joseph Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00272494703255020588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-88857019593398789562010-04-20T23:14:48.811-04:002010-04-20T23:14:48.811-04:00"Off"
(to be repeated multiple times if..."Off"<br /><br />(to be repeated multiple times if necessary to achieve desired effect)Kris Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376582614318231408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-54837827224726305592010-04-19T18:48:01.783-04:002010-04-19T18:48:01.783-04:00For sale: baby shoes, slightly bloody.For sale: baby shoes, slightly bloody.slickaphonichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09306588420501957720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-81590706932091278922010-04-16T02:39:47.592-04:002010-04-16T02:39:47.592-04:00She said it was mine.She said it was mine.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05061580230044916477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-56008620848138327352010-04-16T02:28:54.717-04:002010-04-16T02:28:54.717-04:00Mom was cooking the dog and smiling and the horses...Mom was cooking the dog and smiling and the horses were coming inside to rape me. I was smiling, too, to be as agreeable as I could seem.Donald Dunbarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13682300926934742351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-7240103728493538972010-04-15T15:57:31.176-04:002010-04-15T15:57:31.176-04:00As the record played its first revolution, a scrat...As the record played its first revolution, a scratch punctured the song, which would have been fine for nostalgia, but I felt blood begin to trickle down my ankle. The second revolution sent a gash down my shin. The third revolution left my leg severed right below the hip, and I knew there was no way to reach the needle in time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-28965710325235434062010-04-15T09:22:18.135-04:002010-04-15T09:22:18.135-04:00I was eating stale tortilla chips. They tingled on...I was eating stale tortilla chips. They tingled on my tongue strangely. Only later would I realize the tiny black dots on these tortilla chips were moving, were ants. I guess they were biting my tongue.<br /><br />True story.Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11689651842488375231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-16434094799297125582010-04-15T08:41:01.203-04:002010-04-15T08:41:01.203-04:00I’m only entering for fun – I know I’m not eligibl...I’m only entering for fun – I know I’m not eligible.<br /><br /><br />She’d been dead only minutes, maybe half an hour. Warmth escaped her cheeks like dinner on a plate. It was okay to take it, he thought – the soft still soft – she would never know. But she watched him. Hovering above. A smiling vesper. <br /><br />Months later at the doctor, “I’m sorry, Henry… Hepatitis C”.Justin Siroishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16691670673258509953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-40266006836678255112010-04-14T22:58:55.522-04:002010-04-14T22:58:55.522-04:00The rugs would be moved, just an inch, or a book l...The rugs would be moved, just an inch, or a book left here, now, there. I would wake in the mornings to breathing on my neck, scratches on my wrist. The shower would already be running, hot steaming water soaking my pillow. Water flung on my mirror. My doors still locked from the inside.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-59817478943683939862010-04-14T22:49:21.759-04:002010-04-14T22:49:21.759-04:00On its own, the cellar door creaks open and down t...On its own, the cellar door creaks open and down the winding stairs, a sudden vertigo, a throbbing nausea. In the dark damp, whos sweet breath and whos sticky hands?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291426001825357667.post-52306356201470642122010-04-14T21:56:10.329-04:002010-04-14T21:56:10.329-04:00I'm the last person on earth. I sit in my room...I'm the last person on earth. I sit in my room. There's a knock on the doorpilgrimsoultoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12920490637386990303noreply@blogger.com