Jeanette Later
Stories (8/0)
The Tunnel
The rock door had paintings on it, just as it was described in the stories. The history of the beast; large, hungry, and fanged. It fed on us but we found ways to keep it at bay—barely—with rituals and prayers. The tunnel behind this door was cursed and blessed. Cursed through the challenges it would throw at you as you tried to reach the end, but whoever was worthy enough to finish would be blessed with the strength to finally destroy the beast. I’d heard stories since I was a child. Fierce men and women would train for whatever challenges they thought they may face, and bravely enter the tunnel. No one ever came back out. Now it was my turn. I hadn’t trained; I wasn’t a Competitor. This week they hadn’t had a champion though, so I volunteered. Crazy, I know, but I am tired of seeing my friends disappear; tired of living in fear. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Or if nothing else, I won’t be afraid anymore.
By Jeanette Later5 years ago in Horror
The Best Podcasts
Podcasts are becoming the new trend, and for good reason. Instead of listening to the same 3 playlists at work or at the gym, many are cracking into the podcast genre to give them some variety to a monotonous day-to-day life, job, or routine. So, having spent lots of time trying to escape routine (or the eternal exercise circuit that I just...cannot endure without distraction), I have delved into podcasts and have found some that are definitely worth at least a shot.
By Jeanette Later5 years ago in Geeks
Unlucky
The black liquid was oil, we were sure of it at first. We were sure that we had found our treasure chest, our pot of gold. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. The first choice was a vacation home in Hawaii, but later Jack scratched that because it was “cliche.” We had to agree with him. Alex was the only one of the three of us who was tied down—awesome wife, Jamie, and a baby girl named Lily—so he was only thinking of college funds and savings. Jack and me though, we had the high life screaming in our veins--and what we heard was a socially elite, high-rolling-bouncers’ needed 24/7-private access bachelor pad. In Holland. Every luxury catered to.
By Jeanette Later5 years ago in Horror
Wings
I saw her fall—right out of the sky and into a crumpled heap on the cold canyon floor. I saw the shaky movements that jumbled together to form steps, and I saw the tears and frustration on her face as glorious white wings spread and reached back toward the sky, but there was no wind to carry her home. I waited till her sobbing fury became only echoes in the canyon, then I approached. I didn’t say anything. I just crouched next to her broken spirit and waited for her to climb out of her tears. I didn’t wait long. Swollen eyes glanced slowly over me and I saw shattered irises hiding a broken soul. There was a touch of disdain that flickered as I offered my hand.
By Jeanette Later5 years ago in Futurism
The Hollows
We tried to warn the King. He was new to our land, and while we had been humble in the take over, we were adamant that he leave the forest alone. He didn’t listen. We knew he couldn’t understand the consequences—couldn’t understand the capabilities nestled so peacefully between the leaves and bushes. At least, they used to be peaceful.
By Jeanette Later5 years ago in Horror