How Bad Could It Be

But then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens

They said it was bad, but how bad could it be? After twenty years in hoarder removal, I was prepared for anything. Or so I thought. Three years of food – no electricity. But then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens…until I saw the bathrooms.

This short was written for 50 Word Thursday #26


Hollywood Horrorville~#Halloween #Horror #themagicshop — The Magic Shop

Now I know I have some fans of horror following me…if you have never had the chance to read The Magic Shop, you don’t know what you’ve been missing. This was a great piece he wrote last month.

Be sure to check out his site….

Halloween is celebrated in all different places With kids wearing costumes and hiding their faces Some towns are unique in the treats they give out “Hollywood Horrorville” is such a place to talk about At Frankenstein’s castle, body parts are the treat Freddie Krueger gives pillows out to help get you to sleep The Creature […]

via Hollywood Horrorville~#Halloween #Horror #themagicshop — The Magic Shop

Page 82, Line 14

I thought it was really fun last time we did this, so let’s do it again. Go to page 82 of a book – any book – and use line 14 as a prompt for a post. It must use the line as it is written, but see where that line takes you, then share it with the world 🙂

“…let me know where you are, so I don’t have to worry that you’ve…” Floors by Patrick Carman

Jim was thirteen years old and felt like he could handle anything that came his way. He was grown and didn’t need his Dad around all the time telling him to watch for cars, or don’t talk to strangers. That didn’t stop his Dad from worrying though.

“Let me know where you are, so I don’t have to worry that you’ve been abducted by aliens and put in their human zoo,” his father joked as Jim got on his bike.

Jim shook his head. “Dad! Stop! I’m just going to the mall. I’ll text you when I get there.”

Two blocks away from his house, Corey caught up with Jim sporting an ear to ear grin. “Got the tickets,” he said.

“Awesome! I’ve wanted to see Undertale: The Movie for the last week. Thought it was sold out.”

“Sissy works there now.”

There were definite benefits of having older siblings. They continued riding their bikes, making sure to stop at every corner and look. Neither wanted to lose their privileges before summer could even really start.

One block from the mall a kid waved them down. Corey and Jim looked at each other. Neither knew the kid, but he looked like he needed some help, so they stopped.

Their bikes were later found by police as they searched the route the missing boys may have taken to the mall.

Finish the Story, Nov #3


The Map

Harold’s father, Trevor, traveled the world looking for antiques for the family store in Boston. “One day you’ll get to come with me, Harold,” his father would say, but that day never came. And it probably would never come. Especially now. Two weeks ago, his father disappeared. His plane landed safely, he checked into his hotel, then disappeared. He never showed up for the appointment at the Owl Emporium in London. The family has not given up though, that’s not like them. Megan and Harold run the shop together just as they had when he was away. It was best to convince themselves that he would be back shortly, then never at all.

The door to the shop clanged early one Saturday afternoon. Harold was manning the shop while his mother bought lunch.

A short man with a grey, Herringbone jacket and a black homburg hat entered the store carrying a long tube under his arm. “Good day, young man.”

Harold was perplexed, but hey, a customer was a customer. “Hi. Can’t I help you find something?”

The man chuckled lightly. “Ah, it is I that can help you find something. It is Harold? Harold Glade is it not?”

Harold searched his memory, but couldn’t find this strange man. The look on his face made the customer chuckle.

“We have never met, young man. You can put your mind to rest. However, I have met your father, and he needs your help.”

“My father?” Harold stiffened and gasped. “How do you know my father?”

“There is no time for that. He is in danger. This map and time compass will help you. You have no time to lose. That’s all I can do to help.”

The customer put the tube on the counter, looked around quickly as if he expected some masked assassin to jump out from behind a set of armor, and ran out the door.

Harold stood there with his mouth agape and opened the tube. Inside was an ancient map and what appeared to be a compass, but neither the map nor the compass looked right. For starters, the compass not only had the four points, it had a dial with numbers on it that ranged from zero to current year. The map shifted and changed place names as Harold turned the time dial on the compass.

“What is going on?”

Just as Harold asked, the door to the shop burst open and three men in black suits stood in the doorway. Without thinking what he was doing, Harold grabbed the map, turned the time dial, and pushed a tiny button on the side of the compass.

His stomach lurched and he shut his eyes until the sudden rush of wind had stopped. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe it. Instead of being in his family’s antique shop, he was …

To Be Continued

To continue this journey through time, I am tagging Tales from the Mind of Kristian.


  1. Copy the story as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Be sure to pingback or comment on the original post (here) please
  4. Tag only 1 person to continue the story
  5. Have fun!