Six Foot Ground Holes: A Narrative Fiction

She quickly reached her hands over her head to protect herself from the pain she would soon endure. She squeezed her eyes so tight, trying to keep herself from crying in her last moments alive.

“Stanley Yelnats has just collapsed in the outfield, oh no he looks unconscious Chris”(baseball commentator) “Certainly looks like it Alex, what ever has happened doesn’t look good at all” “ that's really devastating as this year's draft approaches, he was said to be the next Clyde Livingston”

Yet, whenever she reached for him, she met the wall he’d erected around his emotions. The last time she’d tried to step into his arms, he’d turned away, telling her he had nothing left to offer her, that he needed to give everything he had to Heather and the girls. The torment in his eyes had told her the wall he’d put up around himself had become impenetrable. There was nothing she could do but watch him walk away.

Inside, Hailey immediately notices toys everywhere, obviously marking the children’s territory. In the living room, the loveseat is piled with clean, folded laundry that has yet to be put away. Mounted on the wall hangs a large 70” television across from the larger couch. The endtables each have lamps on them, with the lampshades unlevel. All of the window blinds are closed, allowing minimal natural light into the house. The kitchen is grand, but abused: cluttered counters, sink filled with dirty dishes, and a large garbage can packed with take-out boxes. The fridge is nearly empty, only consisting of bottled drinks, condiments and store bought lunches.

“I came wash my mug and get some water” Jake mumbled, sleepily. “What’s going on?” he asked, cluelessly.

A few days ago, Anya fell into a deep, dark hole, and that is where she met Emily. She had died, obviously, about ninety years ago, with her bones in the hole. That should be scary, especially when Emily appeared in her school by accident. Anya could remember clearly what happened on that day. She saw her in the mirror reflection and screamed,

As the Sales Agent lead the way to the front porch, the house came into view. Built in 1924, it was a Spanish-style, single story, bluish-green bungalow with a large welcoming porch. Mr. Haydock unlocked the glass Mission-style, exterior entry door with a skeleton key and invited us to enter and look around. The house consisted of a living room, dining room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a mud-room with an entrance to the large backyard. Immediately recognizing the potential old-world charm of the dwelling, the house spoke to Evie’s heart, notwithstanding, every room in the house was painted a mocha shade of brown, with the exception of the yellow kitchen and a blue bedroom. A large mantle over a brick fireplace with a gas insert, flanked by a

All too aware that she had just given him the date of her graduation, Hannah wondered if he had found that out all ready. If she didn’t fail her final exam completely on Thursday. It wasn’t a proper surgical exam, it was all about ethics, practice, medical practices over others. They wanted to make sure their newly released surgeons weren’t going out into the world and destroying lives. Friday, she would be swearing her oath, in front of her peers. An oath to do no harm. To respect human life above all else. It seemed a little flat now, given what she was about to confess. Everything seemed different since Todd had arrived in her inbox.

Her back arched off the table, trying desperately to suck air into her lungs. Michael plunged into Dakota again and again, she felt the table impact with the wall, jarring them both and heard him bark out an order to do as she was told, growling the words while he drilled into her so furiously she could scarcely string a coherent thought together let alone understand what he wanted from her. Her hands flew behind her head, bracing against the wall, her muscles flexed and trembling.

When the door opened, 5 pairs of boots stomped inside, shuffling their feet along the thick, bristly rug that read “Welcome Home!”. As their heads revolved around the room, Dylan and Grace, the two oldest, led the pack of children naively glancing past the cowhide rugs and rustic furniture the parents admired. They traveled room to

“I mean you do realize you almost killed Markus right?” She asked as she disappeared into her bathroom to towel off and grabs aspirin for the pain. She avoiding looking in the mirror at all costs since she probably resembled a Picasso painting. She didn’t expect a reply and didn’t get one. She ripped her hair out of its ponytail and tossed a hoodie over her running gear.

Jacob's eyes widen as he saw how upset she was "hey.." Jacob said softly, she still didn't look at his direction and kept her head down as tears fell. Her body started to shiver as she hugged herself "It's my fault" she mumbled to herself, Jacob was afraid to touch her as he didn't want to make her even more upset.

“Hi Hannah. It’s good to see you.” she said with a sniffle following. Everett had been my best friend since we were eight. And man do I miss her more than anything right now. Eight years of friendship, and now disaster. “I’ll let you guys be alone” I said wiping the tears away. “OK Hannah, good to see you again.”

“That’s my husband, Andrew Barnes. What happened?” She asked after Jerry helped her to sit on the sofa.

“They did, I saw them take off down there.” The man squinted in our direction but never came any closer. The sounds of the couples screaming echoed through the abandoned town and the alley. I turned my head to look at my younger sister Allie laying next to me trying to hold everything in. Her tear stained cheeks quivered and her bright blue eyes filled with tears as she stared back at me.