Doctor patient privilege

October 12, 2014November 3, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

The story so far... I was grateful that it was still early enough in the morning that there were no visitors or workmen in the cemetery to witness my retreat from the garden. After the night I had, or nights, I’m sure I looked a fright. My teeth chattering from the cold, I practically ran … Continue reading Doctor patient privilege

Blown out flip flop

October 9, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me … Continue reading Blown out flip flop

It’s cold outside

October 9, 2014November 3, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The story so far... A bolt of hot energy shot through my body. I gasped for air as a wave of nausea washed over me. Stumbling out of the cold crypt, I retched into an empty urn at the edge of the burial plot. Dizzy and disoriented, I crawled back to the far corner of … Continue reading It’s cold outside

The doctor is in

October 8, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

The story so far... The ambient stench was stomach-churning. Lifting his jacket, Quentin smelled under his arm. The fetor wasn’t from him, despite his early stage of decomposition. Pushing aside the soiled sheet of cardboard that covered him, Quentin, stood and stretched. The smell was coming from all the unwashed bodies dwelling in a small tent … Continue reading The doctor is in

The hunt begins

October 7, 2014October 29, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Part 1: Contractual obligation Part 2: Host for hire He reached out and grabbed my arm, then pulled me through the open crypt doorway. My whole world went black. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew. That should have been the end of it, but somewhere … Continue reading The hunt begins

Behind closed doors

October 3, 2014October 7, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Grey from long years of neglect, the house seemed world-weary. From her chair by the window, Johanna watched the world passing by her house. The east facing balcony was bathed in sunlight, casting a golden halo around the girl. From the sidewalk, the other children tried not to stare at the angelic, glowing child. The … Continue reading Behind closed doors