Library-of-Stories

  An old woman rang the bell of a house. "Hello?", a teen voice was heard from inside. "It's me; grandma! Open the door please."  The door opened and a girl, around the age of fifteen, appeared. Grandmother admired her for how fast she had grown up. "C'mon granny. You say the same things everytime you come here.", the grandaughter said. "Yes, but I come here very rarely.", grandmother justified herself.  Grandma entered the house. It was a mess. The floor was dirty, the dishes were unwashed and the sofas were messed up. Grandmother turned to her grandaughter and started the interrogation. "Why the place is upside down? Where is your

Frank is sitting in a blue sofa chair in a small room.  A door in front of him is open and every now and then someone walks past it.  An unmade, twin bed sits along the wall to the right of the door and for some reason the flowers on the comforter relaxes him.  He doesn’t know where he is and he’s tense, but those pink and blue flowers offer comfort.  He decides he likes them. As Frank is transfixed on the meaning of that floral comforter, a young woman walks in.  He looks up at her.  She’s wearing white, baggy clothes; her hair is pulled back in a messy bun.  The only makeup she has on is red lipstick. “How’re

       Deumos stood on the threshold of the woman’s home. Deumos didn’t care who this lady was or the fact that she was married and had three children. The only fact important to her was at this particular moment, this housewife was alone. Deumos watched her hum softly to herself as she prepared dinner for her family. Like other demons, Deumos was nothing more than a whisper in the woman’s head. A void. While the woman could not physically see Deumos, Deumos could see her shifting uncomfortably underneath the pressure of Deumos’s presence in the room.          The need to devour a soul writhed within Deumos and so she

My name is Heather Brown. Did you ever have a Christmas that changed your life? I know my daughter and I did this year. It was two weeks before Christmas and the company which I worked for, Larson’s chocolates was filming it’s very first commercial! And I was especially delighted because the president of the company, Patrick Workley has chosen me to write and direct it! I was nervous but nonetheless excited to have such an honor! I spent few days writing it and finally, the night came for directing it! The actors were getting ready and talking and soon it was time ti quiet them down. “Heather, this commercial of your’

A week later, I was working when Mr. Workley called me. “Heather, could I see you for a moment?” Mr. Workley asked. “Coming sir.” I said. I followed him into his office and sat down. He was not smiling. “I suppose you have not heard the news yet, have you?” he asked me. “About what?” I asked. “Your new commercial?” he said. “No, how did it do?” I asked eagerly. “It was a fucking disaster!” he yelled. “It was?” I asked surprised. “Yes, we got an avalanche of complaints from parents, who say that their children were distraught when the

"We're going to Alaska?” Roxie asked me the next day after Doug had left. Doug needs a commercial made for his new theme park and he asked ME to make it for him!” I said. “And he also said that he wants YOU to be in it too Roxie!” “Me?” Roxie asked surprised. “In a commercial?! Oh boy!” “We thought you’d be excited.” I said smiling. “We’re leaving in two days, so start packing tonight.” Roxie nodded. I was so happy! I had missed the love and support Dexter had given both of us and now someone was there! And I was surprisingly attracted to Doug for some od

“Actually he’s called DEXTER.” I said. “Well...it’s kind of a sad story..and a long one.” “I like long stories.” Doug said. “Well...okay.” I said. “Well, Dexter was a real sweet guy. He was a cute guy..not h handsome per se but he just really knew me very well...just like you. And for the time we were married, it seemed like he was a great man. He took time off from work  to be with me, he never forgot our anniversary, and he always was home christmas. Well anyway, last year, I was going to visit my mother for a few days, Roxie was spending the night at a friend’s house

Roxie and I both remained locked in that pen for until christmas Eve. Dexter did let us once a day for an hour to have some space and move around in the cold (Roxie and I both prefered cold climates as reindeer now) but he straped heavy chains to us to keep us from flying. While in our pen, we could hear Dexter and his elves making plans though...to rob houses. We both were disgusted. Roxie spent most of her time just laying around in despair, like all hope was lost. I felt terrible. Sure I did not like that my husband had gone completely insane and was abusing us...I couldn't imagine how badly his time suffering in Hell had twisted him and

We both turned to see Doug and beside him were two elf like creatures. Only they didn’t look cute and friendly at all! They had glowing red eyes, pale grey skin, fangs and claws! “Remove her clothes.” Doug ordered. “It’ll show her that she’s not a human anymore and she’s mine!” The two elves grinned and ran over to me tore off my clothes leaving me naked. But I was a deer now, so I didn’t care. Hello Heathy, you like nice!” Doug laughed. “Wha-what did you do to me?!” I exclaimed. I could still talk which was good. “Got my revenge.” he said smiling. ̶

We then flew to this little animal truck. “where are we mommy?” Roxie asked me. “This honey, is where the keep all the animals for the Christmas parades.” I said. “I have a plan. I heard that for the Christmas Parade this year, they were going to have a rudolph and a male and female deer next to the Santa, which they would then release into the wild after the show. Maybe we can take their place and be released into the cold wilderness, where we’ll live with other deer and try to figure out a way to change back.” “Won’t the people be freaked out by my red nose?” Roxie asked. ̶