Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 10

She stalled for a moment when she looked at my hand.  I’d never felt such hatred before.  This woman thought she owned me.  Like a slave she viewed me as property.  She brought the blade down before I could strike.  Her reaction was swift.  I pushed her hand to the left and the blade struck […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 9

The endorphins had started to fade.  Leaving the burning sensation of cut flesh behind.  The cuts were deep in the skin.  I felt light headed, and tired.  My wrists were pulled back against the chair as I slumped into the padding.   My right hand slid further into the duct tape and I could feel the […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 8

The pain started on my right pectoral.  “Hmm.. ”  She said as she rubbed my chest.  The scar she’d left me from before was interesting to her.  “I suppose I can work with this.  Not every canvas is perfect.”  She winked at me and then brought the blade to my skin .  I have to […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 7

She walked lightly around the barcalounger.  I looked up at her as she did so.  Her face was beautiful, sensual, evil.  Her eyes gleamed with malevolent intent, and a tinge of crazy thrown in for good measure.  I should have been on guard.  I should have known from the beginning something was up.  “You, put […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 6

De La Rosa looked to home plate.  The batter was one of the Dodgers best, and didn’t look like he was messing around as he stepped into the box.   His cheek was nearly full of chew or seeds.  It was hard to tell which with the camera angle.  There was no one on base, and […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 5

I flexed my hand a bit while hot water ran down my arm.  Tiny rivers ran along the scar, down, and to the tips of my fingers before falling to the bottom of the shower.   Like a phantom memory, the pain of the blade impaling my arm pulsed.  Doctors said there was nerve damage and […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 4

I decided to stop by a little hole in the wall Pizza Parlor on the way home.  I came home with a box of master crafted cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms.  Just the smell of it was intoxicating.  I had a hard time just driving home without snaking a hand in the box for a slice.  […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 3

“Daddy was hurt.  There had blood all over his shirt” “Could you tell us where your daddy was hurt honey?” The little girl pointed to her chest.   Then she pointed to her neck.  And then she finally pointed to her arm. “I’d like to bring to the jury’s attention evidence exhibits 12 B and C.   […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 2

As I drove on with Nell in the back seat, I got to thinking about what a nice day it had turned out to be.  Finally, the weather had started to change.  Less pronounced were the grey overcast skies and bone biting chill of winter.  Spring was starting to show in everything from the buds […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 1

So I’m going to write that story that Stephen King puts up in his book and challenges the reader to hit the ground  typing on.  I’ll just type out portions until I come to natural stopping points, or if my brain just can’t really go any farther without a rest or something.  Generally, I’ve found […]