forum Short Story Personal Write

Started December 22, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

So I have some ideas for short stories. Stalkers are welcome, and comments are as well. I'll just be writing piece by piece and hope y'all enjoy.

Story number one ~Yet to be titled~

The wind picked up. I shivered, but stayed where I was, eyes locked on my childhood home. Memories raced through my mind, too fast to latch onto. I willed myself to step forward, to walk inside, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to lay eyes on the room where we had slept, stayed up for hours talking, snuck Food from the fridge. We'd eat and talk so quiet, but we'd tense at every sound, afraid our parents would find us.
My breath billowed in front of my face in a cloud, reminding me of the cool weather I had almost forgotten. My short blonde hair blew around in the growing gales and, finally, I forced myself to take a step, then another, and another. Until I was standing directly in front of the wooden front-door, dark green paint peeling from age and abuse.

My hand reached out towards the dull bronze knob, grasping the ice cold metal and turning it to the right, pushing it inwards to open it. The door swung open with a loud creak, causing me to flinch. The familiar smell of cigarettes and mold flew out to meet me and I shivered, more memories surfacing with the scent. I took a step inside, my shoes making no sound on the stained carpet covering the floor from end to end of the house. I reached for a switch on the wall, grunting with annoyance when there was no response to my cry for light. The dark would have to do.
I took a few more cautious steps into the silent hollow, unsure of what awaited me. It was Strange, lifeless. Unfamiliar.