The Faint

Faint memories of visiting my motherland linger in my thoughts and dreams. My visit to Bangladesh was filled with celebrations, feasts, adventures, and treacherous journeys! Many of these memories have been forgotten for several years. Faces and locations lost in my head. Yet, it was on one of these perilous journeys that I had discovered a treasure so grand, that it has been embedded in my thoughts ever since. A treasure so grand that it couldn’t be found anywhere else. A treasure so valuable that

Peaks, Lillian’s favorite show. Lillian, however, wasn’t in there watching it. Angela put the small amount of groceries away before calling out again. “Lillian! I’m home!” Her voice echoed through the house and empty halls. The only sound was the faint murmur of Agent Dale Cooper asking for a damn fine cup of coffee. The bathroom turned up empty. Angela went up to Lillian’s writing room and turned on the light, illuminating the corner desk with Lil’s beloved MacBook on it. She looked at her collection

Familiar Shores The waves were tauntingly calm that day, after the hurricane of fast-paced incidents that uprooted John’s life from the very beginning. He didn’t think he would have changed it, even if he had a choice. He pulled his brimmed hat further over his droopy eyes and squirmed into a more comfortable position on the makeshift hammock, recalling the very first day. John had found himself conflicted. His hands tugged through his rapidly greying hair, peppered areas of darkness disappearing

Genji lit the candles as he set them up around the room. He discovered earlier that the power to the building shut off once the tours were finished. He walked out onto the balcony as the moon hung high up in the sky. The faint honking and shouting of the city filled the air as the wind whirled into his bedroom. Slowly, he sat down on the ground as he crossed his legs. His left hand remained expended as his right closed into his palm. His eyes fell closed as he took a deep breath, the whirl of his

Ethan wasn’t certain what woke him a few hours later. Perhaps it was the silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on. Pushing the door fully open, he walked down the

sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

deep breaths. The freshly laid brick was not set all the way yet and I was able to push out a few from one of the top tiers. When I looked through nothing was to be seen but darkness. “Montresor?!” I called out wearily. There was no answer, only the faint echo of my words. The loneliness made my skin shiver. I knew that I had to work quickly before the bricks set anymore. I managed to knock down a small hole near the top of the wall. I struggled for what seemed to be hours to get myself through the

It was a hot Sunday catholic morning, a usual for Spring, Texas, I had my creative imaginative mind and the world to keep me entertained. I was in my preppy Sunday clothes in front of the church waiting for the bells to tell me to come inside. I ran off and played with friends while also feeling an eerie sense of someone or something watching us. We continued to run around until the eventual loud and beautiful chimes of the church bells ring. As my friends and I ran for the church's doors, expecting

There was deep stillness in the house. The strangled, agonized coughing that went on all day and all night had temporarily grown silent. The moon was up, and through the open window brightly lighted the room. Within the four walls, isolated from the routine of the world she heard no sound but the irregular labored breathing that raised and lowered her father 's chest and the ticking of the clock on the bedside table. An unpleasant feeling came over her; being alone with him felt somehow improper;

destiny of mine was in the palms of Professor McDougal Freud, only a sacrificial pawn in her ominous game of chess. I will seek vengeance for all the unfortunate toddlers that arrived at the demon’s den, unable to escape. “Aaaaahhhhh!...” The faint sound of a child’s desperate cry was heard through the cracks of our door and it was not a surprise to hear another piercing scream in the break of daylight. This was a sound we heard daily while wondering who the next victim was. Her status in society