Stories by: belinda k

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I am a grandmother of three, and I write random thoughts on my blog Home On The Range(r). I've written one kind of thing or another for several years now, with short stories taking up most of my efforts. My friends have commented that I do "creepy" quite well; some of whom say they've lost their appetites because of me. Don't know about that, but I do try.... more about this author


Zombies of the Apocalypse
5 votes, average: 3.80 out of 55 votes, average: 3.80 out of 55 votes, average: 3.80 out of 55 votes, average: 3.80 out of 55 votes, average: 3.80 out of 5    3.8/5
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Milo dropped his backpack on the floor. “It doesn’t mean what you think it does.” He and his cousin and best friend Clyde had snagged the coveted fat grey club chairs in the window of their favorite coffee shop. People …

The Fort Was Built With Twigs
6 votes, average: 3.50 out of 56 votes, average: 3.50 out of 56 votes, average: 3.50 out of 56 votes, average: 3.50 out of 56 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5    3.5/5
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Oswald Cunningham, aged thirteen, gave his dad Martin a sideways look. He laughed then said, “Oh man…guess what Bobby Miles left in the girl’s bathroom today?” Oswald waited for his dad to do his funny ‘wait lemme guess’ thing. But …

Something Old
12 votes, average: 4.25 out of 512 votes, average: 4.25 out of 512 votes, average: 4.25 out of 512 votes, average: 4.25 out of 512 votes, average: 4.25 out of 5    4.3/5
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Moira clung to traditions like a sailor adrift holding fast to a tattered lifesaver. If traditions weren’t upheld, the world would drown in a sea of indifference, violence and chaos. She tried to instill this sentiment in her children, fraternal …

Darla/Jane
11 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.0/5
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“You can’t watch it, sweetie.” “Why? It’s summer vacation so I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.” “Well…” Mommy wiped her hands on a dishtowel, and turned away from the sink. “…you’re still little, and the show is…” “What?” …

A Conversation
9 votes, average: 4.22 out of 59 votes, average: 4.22 out of 59 votes, average: 4.22 out of 59 votes, average: 4.22 out of 59 votes, average: 4.22 out of 5    4.2/5
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“Uncle Edwin.” “Mmph.” “Uncle Edwin.” “Wha…Bebe…sumthin’ the matter?” “No.” “Why’d you wake me up?” “I wanted to tell you something.” “What?” “I watched you while you were sleeping.” “Hunh. Damn it, something bit me.” “You want some pink itch cream?” …

Attribution
16 votes, average: 3.94 out of 516 votes, average: 3.94 out of 516 votes, average: 3.94 out of 516 votes, average: 3.94 out of 516 votes, average: 3.94 out of 5    3.9/5
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Solemn voices drifted down the hall from the television in the living room to the kitchen where Donna Bowman stared sourly at a box of elbow macaroni shells, and a half tub of cottage cheese. Husband Michael, a fan of …

Victim? A Cautionary Tale For Vampires
9 votes, average: 4.11 out of 59 votes, average: 4.11 out of 59 votes, average: 4.11 out of 59 votes, average: 4.11 out of 59 votes, average: 4.11 out of 5    4.1/5
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Once a normal man, Anton Severin is now a creature of the night. Condemned to wander New York between dusk and dawn, the gnawing lust for blood compels him to roam the city streets for sustenance. He stands in the deep recesses of the doorway to the old manse that …

ARI R.
7 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 5    3.9/5
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Portents? There were no portents. The thing came in its time with no foretelling. Death and winter had been the dismal tests of my character. My Libby died on New Year’s Day. I wanted to, but didn’t. When Spring rolled …