Horror and Wholesome
I was over the moon when I got my job. The local market for medical assistants had become saturated since the community college started an accelerated program that churned us out like an assembly line and landing an interview, much less employment, seemed like a miracle. I'd heeded every warning that the program head had... Continue Reading →
I had never tried online dating, I'd never had a reason to. Usually my luck with guys was pretty decent and, even when it wasn't, I was just fine doing my own thing. After my last relationship fizzled out, I decided to avoid playing the dating game for a while; I had other things I... Continue Reading →
I used to run a vlog/comedy channel on YouTube, GoodEeveening. I say used to because I shut it down recently. The whole thing, three years of content, gone with a single click of a button. I didn’t even say goodbye to any of my 248,000 followers. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I still don’t. I... Continue Reading →
Granting final requests is a kindness that my company specializes in. While we offer our services to anyone in need of them, our primary clientele is the elderly. Oftentimes their desires are simple: Sit with me, listen to me, remind me that I’m worthwhile. Remind me that I’m still human. It’s a heartbreaking line of... Continue Reading →
Julien was arrested when he was fifteen. The cops said it would be a pretty open and shut case: traces of the victim’s blood were found on his keyboard and the murder weapon was on his desk beside him. I wasn’t home when they swarmed our house with a warrant. I didn’t have to see... Continue Reading →
BY: MARCUS DAMANDA & S.H. Cooper “No, that’s a mistake. I don’t owe you shit.” It was a rough morning at the return counter. Summoning patience, I said to him, “It was due last night.” “I got here first thing—no one’s had a chance to rent the stupid video yet—and you’re charging me a late... Continue Reading →
If you’re not from around here, you probably won’t believe me. Most don’t. I try to warn them just the same, but touristy types always seem to think they know better than the locals. Even after they learn about Tank Hawburn, whose car was found in the ditch about fifty years back. His blood was... Continue Reading →
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Cassandra’s case came to me in a discreet, padded envelope delivered right to my door. I'd been expecting it for days after I got a call from Detective Smitty requesting my transcription services. A brief note had been included, telling me that Smitty, a ten year old girl, and her court appointed caregiver were present,... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t allowed to have friends when I was little. Children were loud and messy and got into everything. Mommy wasn’t well and she couldn’t handle that sort of thing. I wasn’t even enrolled in school. Mommy took care of all of my lessons. I was an advanced reader from an early age and I... Continue Reading →
Stories By S.H. Cooper 