 Two Giants ~ Jeffrey M. Osgood Leon and Theon divided a large garden where they each grew food. The men were distrustful and each suspected the other of conspiring to destroy his side.
While exploring, Theon found and ate a root that made him grow tall. Tall enough that he could step over his rival and crush Leon’s plants if he desired. Upon learning this, Leon also found and ate the root. The men continued trying to outgrow the other by eating the root until their heads reached the clouds. Every day, they would stand watching and guarding each other. One day, a hungry man, who was still small, walked into the garden unnoticed by either Theon or Leon, stole the roots, and set the garden on fire. By the time the smoke reached the heads of the giants, it was too late. They could not save their garden and they could not escape the flames. copyright 2017
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 Yellow ~ Riham Adly I hated the creepy thing, its sickly yellow, its toothy grin, and those eyes.
"Isn't my balloon awesome?" My seven-year-old sister gushed. I wanted to stick my sharpest pen in the thing and watch it pop. Mom will ground me if I did. I'll get rid of it tonight, and no one will know. I sneaked out in the middle of the night, unlocked the window latch, and left the bugger out to fly off. Nightmares plagued me that night. The mad glimmer in the eyes of the yellowed monster made me want to scream. Florescent sponges gagged my mouth. I wanted to reach out for the shears on the floor. My hands were free, but I could not move. Water dripped from its square-shaped porous frame as it hugged me. When I woke up, the damn SpongeBob balloon was right there, next to my bed, smiling. copyright 2017  A Scary Place ~ David Creighton
"Scary looking place," Jill said as she looked at the carnival haunted house. Fear was something Jill desperately stayed away from. She never watched horror movies. She avoided the roller coaster in favor of the Ferris wheel. The lump in her breast, however, was something she couldn't avoid. Cancer, no matter what type, was scary. And Jill wasn't prepared for it. I went with her to the doctor's a few times. He discussed treatments, survival rates, side effects, all in a pleasant and optimistic manner. Jill tuned out. I tried to talk about it with her later. She was cold, distant. I should have suspected then. It was pills, possibly the least scary form of suicide. Her family was shocked. She had kept the disease a secret from everyone, except me, her best friend. When I gave the eulogy I praised her despite the way it all ended. But I didn't believe it. I thought of her as a coward, and hated myself for that. She should have gone in the haunted house. copyright 2017 
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AuthorJeffrey M. Osgood, 28, is an experimental social psychologist with a Ph.D. from the State University of New York at Albany and a Captain in the United States Army. Originally from New Hampshire, Dr. Osgood attended college at Brandeis University in Waltham, MA, where he was a member of the Alpha Delta Phi literary fraternity. ArchivesCategories |
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