Short Story: Death Ate My French Fries

Its bony fingers hovered over the crispy potato strips. "May I?" 

        

I nodded absently and replied, "Help yourself,” as I waved my hand towards the plate, giving permission.

Short Story: Help

Here's a short story I wrote in the spirit of Halloween. It was originally done for my Creative Skills Development class. The idea was to take something typically considered innocent and turn it into the evil main character of a scary story. Constructive criticism is welcomed! The story is behind the cut...

Short Story: Grandpa

Grandpa 
“Let her wear it,” my grandmother says wearily. “Someone should get some use out of it now.”

Without saying a word my mother pulls the nightshirt over my head. It’s far too big for a five year old, but I want to wear it. It’s my grandfather’s nightshirt. My mother moves to the bed and starts to pull the blankets back.