Sarah Parker
Bio
I am a novelist, short story writer, and poet. You can find my books here. I will be posting WIPs, book reviews, writing advice, fiction, and poetry. Thank you so much to everyone who reads my work! I appreciate you.
Stories (154/0)
Hometown Hero
They say heroes are made in the worst of times, and I suppose they are correct. For the vast majority of my life, I've been a common man. I have a wife and three children. I have always been a God-fearing man, and I've attended church every Sunday since I was nine years old.
By Sarah Parkera day ago in Fiction
My Darling, Idiotic Husband
It was midnight. I lay there, wide awake, wondering where this cruise would lead us. My husband, Mario, had talked me into this trip, and I had reluctantly agreed, but there was something fishy about this whole situation: First of all, we were on an Alaskan cruise, and the majority of the community was Republican. I know it's wrong to say out loud that I don't jive with these sort of folks but, honestly, I don't. They're going on and on about how Trump is their hero and the incident which occurred on January 6, 2021 was not an insurrection. I know it sort of goes with the territory, I suppose, but it's still a turn off.
By Sarah Parkera day ago in Fiction
Detective John Benson
I took a puff of my cigar as I sat in my office, poring over files for the case. Jim Miligan. That was the bastard's name. He'd raped two girls, murdered them, and proceeded to kill their mother while their father was watching. Likely out of spite, he'd refused to do away with the dad and left him there to mourn. I was going to find this man and put him behind bars. At least, I thought this was the guy. His fingerprints were discovered on the white van he used to drive the family to Virginia from Arizona. A long trip, no doubt. He'd clearly appeared as your typical friendly guy and they'd hitchhiked with him because they didn't have enough money to spend on gas, presumably, and they were eager to take a trip.
By Sarah Parkera day ago in Fiction
The Witch
They call me The Wicked Witch of the East. I have dark hair and large features. I guess that makes a woman evil these days. Too many white supremacists around, I suppose. Sure, I've done a thing or two in my day, but my victim was asking for it. I am now notorious for killing my mother, Beatrix Luna. The story goes that I pushed her into a well and left her there to die, simply because she told me I was her least favorite daughter. Sabrina Luna is a spoiled brat, but the reality is not so simple. She tried to push me into the well. I fought her, tooth and nail, until, finally, I won. This was not the first time she tried to kill me: When I was a little girl, she'd had the audacity to pour paraquat into my chamomile tea, and I'd resented her ever since.
By Sarah Parker3 days ago in Fiction
The Former Man
My ex-wife, Leonora, bit me long ago. I did not know she was a vampire. I only found out on our tenth anniversary. That's why she was out and about so much. I was convinced she was making love with other men, but that was not the case—She was too busy sucking their blood.
By Sarah Parker3 days ago in Fiction
Footsteps
The snow was falling on the tin roof. I heard footsteps outside. Pitter patter. Pitter patter. There was something out there, but I wasn't sure what it was. I peeped through the window. Nothing. Relieved but cautious, I made sure all of the doors were locked. Most of them had been left open out of carelessness when my mother rushed out of the house in the morning. She had to work and she was very busy. I didn't blame her, especially because it had been sunny at the time. Now it was a different story. I tried to call her, but the power went out immediately as I was dialing her number, and I could only get reception in a certain area on top of a hill: a precarious place to be in the middle of a snowstorm.
By Sarah Parker4 days ago in Horror
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