Alabama Short Stories

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

It only took him thirty seconds until my grandfather heard a scream that he has only ever heard in war a scream of death he grabbed his rifle and rushed out the door knocking over the brushed and shrubs and racing to the outhouse my grandfather swung open the door and he could only describe a nightmare as bubba's corpse was torn into pieces in the outhouse you could see every scratch you could see every organ every single inch of damage on his lifeless corpse John then started running outside and he had the same look of horror on my grandfather's face they decided to head down to the town in the morning since it was 3:00 am and tell the sheriff but before they went inside they saw it a beast as black as night as bloody and twirled as Bubba's corpse it was what my grandfather described it a demon a hellish creature sent there to destroy them they started to fire their rifles but as soon as they looked up it disappeared they thought that it was using the cabin as a house and the decided to run away not even taking their belongings they sprinted to the car and drove off never coming back again. They went to a

“Not far from the lake lived a litte boy, a very good swimmer. He spent much of his time in the salt water and on the shore of what is now called Hood Canal. His mother often told him that he must never swim in the haunted lake. It he should swim there, he would anger the evil spirits and they would punish him. But this little boy sometimes did what his mother told him not to do.

Outside, a deep silence fell over the neighborhood. This silence crept into every household. Members of the community had a guise of anger and pain expressed on their faces. Everyone locked themselves inside, to lament such a tragedy that has brought sorrow to a twelve years old’s family. Parents fell on their knees with tears in their eyes. This last murder represented the final straw. So many of their own had been murdered by the malicious, metallic, monsters that were supposed to be the defenders of their community. They felt insecure, threatened by the

Five years ago I never would have seen myself as a college student at Georgia Southern, I knew I would be in college, but why here? I was so young with my entire highschool life in front of me. I knew I wanted to be a nurse, but I had no idea how to get there. College was obviously in my future, but I never would have guessed I would be at Georgia Southern (a party school). I got here three weeks ago and was honestly still not sure I should be at this school. I have always been known as a “good girl”, so what was I doing here? God always has a reason for the things he does though, so I came here ready to see what hHe was going to do with my life. I found a church and have been actively involved since the day I got here. Now I have a bunch

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

The eerie feeling the surrounding lake gave me was threatening, so threatening it made me want to turn back. Usually I can handle cases like this, but this time it was different. It was pitch and the only hint of light was the moon reflecting of the soft waves of the water. The only sounds was the tide, splashing against the old dock I was standing on at a steady pace. I watched my surrounding cautiously. You could never be too careful out here, but with a job like mine, you always have to be careful.

I am from Alabama aka AL, but I live in Colorado now. When I was down there I lived in a small town that is called Frisco City, Al that has trees everywhere and there are lakes everywhere too. I loved everything about my hometown, but I had to leave my home because I was young and dumb. Also I wanted to see a new place. When someone asked me why I left AL I told them why. I have been in CO for 1 year and I like the jobs here and the education is great. I really miss my family and my hometown, so I wanted to go back home to see my family because I haven't seen them in a year. That's why I am telling you about my trip back home.

Through the angle in the screen door I saw my father who had been walking into his room wheel around on one of his rubber-booted heels and look at her with his blue eyes flashing like clearest ice beneath the snow that was his hair. His usually ruddy face was drawn and grey, reflecting the exhaustion of a man of sixty-five who had been working in those rubber boots for eleven hours on an August day, and for a fleeting moment I wondered what I would do if he killed my mother while I stood there in the porch with those three foolish mackerel in my hand. Then he turned and went into his room and the radio blared forth the next day’s weather forecast and I retreated under the noise and returned again,

I had only one thought as the black wave was about to engulf us; run. I bolted inside screaming, making sure Winnie May close behind. Dust burned my eyes. “MA! PA!” I shouted as I threw open the wooden door of our 2 room brick house, Mommy! Papi! “What happened Mason?” Ma and my Pa had been talking about our farm. It had failed to produce anything for the

There are remarkable places to visit for instance New York, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles , but a place that is worth visiting with one ticket, is sweet home Alabama.

In Birmingham, Alabama in 1963. Me and my daughter Mary Jane moved into a tiny apartment on White ln. The tiny apartment had only one bathroom and it was located up stairs and the two bedrooms was on the bottom floor.

John pulled up to the rocky crooked edged driveway, he left his family in the car to check the house out. He came to an old brick mansion with green dull vines like sinister snakes along the sides of the outside wall. John saw the door open automatically, his bones were rattling in his body as if they were shouting to each other. He walked up the stairs that lead in the house as they screamed to him, it was like a girl dyeing painfully. He stepped in the house cautiously. A laugh appeared in the hallway. It was a deep laugh as if it was echoing throughout your ears. Footsteps came towards him slowly. They were moving so quickly you could barely here the floorboards creaking. The sound of the footsteps hauling though the house made john scared.

It was just a normal day in Detroit, Michigan for a fifteen year of boy named Rick. Rick was on summer break after just finishing his 9th grade year. As Rick came home from the park he saw his parents outside doing garden work. Rick had a lot on his mind because both of his parents had recently lost their jobs, and he was worried about what would happen to them. He knew that his parents were running low on money, and they needed to find a job quickly or they would lose their house. He sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and began watching the news. He saw news clips about a terrible hurricane that had demolished Haiti. Houses were flattened and families were living on the streets with no food or water. He began to realize that there were people worse off than him in the world. He began to fall asleep as the news story played in the background. Soon he was asleep, and began to dream about a poor family from Haiti who was homeless because of the storm. They were speaking to him, and asking him to help them. He woke up in a sweaty panic, and knew he had to do the right thing.

Dalton took the bat and sat down on his uncomfortable, worn out, brown leather couch. He stared blankly at the black television screen waiting, he was waiting for the unknown, he was waiting for the being that was on the other side of the wall. Thoughts floated through his mind all night. “When is he going to come?” “Why didn’t he come yet?” “What happened to Linda?”. When morning finally came he tried to call sick to work but it didn’t ring once and decided to take a look at Linda’s house and when he was leaving his house he noticed something weird. He wasn’t in his apartment building any more.His apartment looked like it had been taken out of the building and put into the field behind where his apartment used to be. Out of nowhere he heard strange noises he looked around and saw nothing, until out of the corner of his eye he saw something, something that didn’t belong and it saw him. He started to run. He saw a patch of trees, he ran towards it. He ran through the trees for an hour, he started hearing cars in the distance so he knew he was close to