Short Story: Devils Playground

It was a scorching day with the sun gazing down upon the ranch and with hardly anyone roaming around. I began my walk to the porch of the house. On my way, I notice the bunkhouse and stable, which reeked of a foul smell, as though the whole building had been dipped into cow dung. The strong wind punched the structure forcing a creek with every blast. I passed the men inside, who were lying down with their shirts off trying to hide from the burning heat but to no avail.

"You were hitting on the guy's wife," Cass retorted matter-of-factly, his gaze never leaving the road ahead of them. "If that were me, I would've been pretty pissed too."

I continue to experience one of the most sweltering summers ever. Jem now had a further anger than he did when he broke his arm. With football just around the corner, he couldn't have been more sure that he would not even be able to play. Since he now had a broken leg, he knew he couldn't even punt or kick for the team. But this ordeal would be omitted on the grounds that his injury would heal. Today’s weather was as hot as a sauna, no one was outside or could possibly go outside. Sitting in the living room with Jem, looking out the window, my brother and I observed the strangest sight. On the street, we examined a man walk out of the Radley house. “Who do you reckon that is?” asked Jem. “I don’t know.” I replied. A peculiar element about the man was that he wore all black.

The plan was set into motion, with the small Libra member strolling down the streets of Hellsalem's lot.

Are you looking for the creepiest house around town to give you that haunted feel that we all love but can’t seem to find the right one? You should go check out 99090 Devil’s Drive. The looks of the outside will possess and suck you right into buying this house....literally. One thing you’ll for sure love is the crusty paint that demons and creatures of the night love to scratch at, giving it that ancient look that everyone’s pounding heart desires. The stiff and lifeless trees around the property are perfect for letting in the fiery, yellow, light of our moon. The perfect view of the moon produces echoing howls of vicious wolves that pierce through the still sky like a knife in its victim. The yard’s grass may not look great and healthy but the thick layers of deceased and stale grass, make a good cushion for when you trip from the deteriorating hands of the dead, grabbing at your

Have you ever deadlifted a truck? Two summers ago in the month of June I had a great experience of this. One day after I just got done with work I received a call from my friend Cole.

Believe it or not, my life changed for the better the day that David caught me smoking the devil’s lettuce. Near the end of that summer before my freshman year of high school, I enrolled in the top ranked high school in Los Angeles. It wasn’t as simple as it sounds, in reality it was a struggle. I needed to take the bus everyday to and from school which took about an hour, I was one of the few colored people in the school, I worked full-time while going to school, and I couldn’t waste any money on entertainment just like any other regular student. Despite all of this, and all the hardships, obstacles, barriers, and challenges that I needed to overcome, I managed to keep my promise with David. Not only this; but, I went on and became the school’s

The obnoxious noise brought Don back into reality from his sleep “Make sure you be careful out there, it’s bear season this time of year. Make sure you don’t leave out any food or you might attract some hungry wildlife, have a good day.”

The fire was a big one and the drum-roll that he had thought was left so far behind was nearer. Couldn’t a fire outrun a galloping horse? He could see the sun-splashed ground over an area of perhaps fifty yards from where he lay, and as he watched, the sunlight in every patch blinked at him. This was so like the curtain that flapped in his brain that for a moment he thought the blinking was inside him. But then the patches blinked more rapidly, dulled and went out, so that he saw that a great heaviness of smoke lay between the island and the sun. (Golding

“Woah! These summer days in 1790 are the hottest i’ve experienced in a long long time.” Says Spencer’s wife exhausted and sweaty.

Gallows Hill features a 17- year old young lady named Sarah, who has become unplugged from her friends, and family. Sarah was a senior in high school when she relocated from her California home, to her new residence in Missouri, after her mother had fallen head over heels with a man, in which she moves in to be with this man. At this point, Sarah is not pleased with her mother's choice to move her abruptly while she’s enjoying her last year of high school. Sometime after Sarah has somewhat settled in, she meets with a young man named Eric, who wants her to play a fortune teller at the school carnival. Sarah explores the possibility, and since then she finds a strange connection between her, and a mysterious crystal ball and starts to wonder

her. Words like: ‘cold fish’, ‘lack of passion’, and ‘just laying there’ had been heard. Andi was no

With that he winked, then turned his attention back to the road, and listened to her grumble and complain as they walked. All her talk about water and heat was just making his own dry throat and parched lips worse, and with perspiration dripping down his neck, and the baggage becoming heavier with each second, he was just about to ask her to please stop mentioning

I snapped out of my gaze and looked down at her and gave a mischievous grin, “What are you talking about, i'm always careful!”

It was a steamy, blazing hot day of July. The sun was beating down on the pedestrians like an angry vengeful god. Allen dreaded the heat. His clothes were wet with sweat from perspiration. It was the worst time to be stuck on a highway with a broken car. But oddly enough he was quite happy. He almost decided to just sit there for the rest of day. A hot day of summer was a welcome paradise from the days of hell he spent in jail.