Short Little Stories

"Don't look for me. That was the last thing she said to me. Oh, I won't. Nobody will, not after tonight. Tonight she'll be under an elm tree in my backyard-buried deep and buried well. Oh no, nobody will look for you-at least not after three days have gone by. After awhile everyone stops looking, and she becomes a lost page in the book of life."

"Waiting in his closet, i hid, knife in hand. In the next few moments, the bedroom door will crack open and I will finally get to hear after 5 days of my starvation-after all, the voices said I could."