Horror and Wholesome
When my mother told me that Catarina was coming to stay with us for a few days, I immediately started going through all the stages of grief. First, I tried to deny that it was going happen, to which Mom just replied that I'd have a say in house guests once I started paying half... Continue Reading →
I was a directionless kid when I got out of high school. Solidly average grades, never heavily involved with any particular extra curriculars, no lifelong dream driving me to a particular field. I was just drifting along, letting life's current take me wherever. I knew I needed a job after graduation, but my options were... Continue Reading →
It started with just an insect bite. Of course, for Max, it was never "just" anything. It was always a precursor to something much bigger, something that would surely be the death of him! So when he ran in and shoved his foot into my face, my first reaction after disgust was to roll my... Continue Reading →
You hear the uneven footsteps first. Drag Click Drag Click That's how you know she's behind you. The heel is broken off of her left shoe and she drags it across the ground with every step, a sharp contrast to the steady click of her still-intact pump. “Help me,” she whispers. It's an urgent, anguished... Continue Reading →
I'd never been good in storms, but I was even worse in hospitals, so when the choice came to go visit Nana, my ma’s mother, or stay home and brave the thunder and lightning on my own, I only hesitated for a moment before making my decision. “You sure you don't want to come, Hannah?”... Continue Reading →
Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile. "Hi!" She said. "Hi." I replied quietly. I was shy and intimidated by my first... Continue Reading →
I was worried when I first inherited Claudette that she would be lonely and depressed. I knew parrots were supposed to be social creatures, but I was barely equipped to handle one, much less get her a companion. Aunt June, who had "generously" given the bird to me after discovering how loud and energetic she... Continue Reading →
Stories By S.H. Cooper 