Short story projects.

[ An Evil Sisterhood ]

When sisters Rosie and Marie were kids, their family
lived for a while In a rustic old farmhouse.
The girls loved explorimg It's dusty corners
and climbing the big apple tree In the back yard,
but a favourite thing for the two was the ghost
who the sisters christened Mother, becsuse she
seemed so kind and nurturing.

Some mornings Rosie and Mary would wake up,
and on each of their nightstands, they would find
a cup that hadn't been there the night before.
Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get
thirsty during the night.
She just wanted to take care of the girls.

Within the house's original furnishings was an antique
wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall
of the living room, whenever we were preoccupied,
watching T.V. or playing games, Mother would Inch
that chair forward, across the room, toward us.b
Sometimes she'd manage to move It all the way
to the center of the room, we always felt sad
putting It back against the wall.
Mother Just wanted to be near us.

Years later, after Rosie and Mary moved out,
Rosie found an old newspaper article
about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow.
She murdered her two children by giving them each
a cup of poisoned milk before bed.
Then she hanged herself.

The article Included a photo
of the farmhouse's livingroom with a woman's body
hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over,
was that old chair, placed exactly
In the center of the room.

[ A Bridge to Hell ]

One night as Scott Ryan was driving deep
Into the mountains to get to a Retreat Spa for
his university club, he didnt see the small
exit sign to turn off the main road for the retreat
so found himself driving deeper Into the mountains.

Suddenly a fog that drifted In became heavy as Scott
continued driving, finally forcing him to stop,
pulling over next to a big stone bridge.

As the fog rolled rolled In the bridge took on
the appearance of something that looked like
a gateway to another world, with no one else In sight
and with no signal on his cell--phone, Scott got out
went to the back of the car and took out
a flashlight, began scanning his surroundings.

Stepping closer to the bridge Scott saw what looked like a man made grave with a makeshift
Wooden Cross and different coloured dirt
where the the grave was, seeing this, scared Scott
and he got back Into his car.

As he tried to drive away the wheels for a few seconds
slid on the gravel, In a panicked state Scott thought
something or someone took hold of the car,
keeping him there, finally managing to drive away
from the bridge.

Scott eventually arrived at the retreat to be met
at the entrance by an attendant, " Welcome Sir "

I'm sorry I'm late, couldn't get here any earlier
due to the fog forcing me to pull In next
to that big bridge.

What Fog Sir? What Bridge ?

Father Fredrick Dina heard confessions
every Saturday morning from 10.00 till 12.00.
Without fail always hearing the same voices asking
for forgiveness for what they had done.

But this particular Saturday morning It was different,
no one turned up for confession, It was something
Father Fredrick found strange, as not even sweet old
82 years of age Mrs Baker
from the Loombridge housing estate opposite.
A church goer all her life, It had been raining heavy,
so Father Fedrick thought It was down to the rain,
so didn't think anymore of It, glancing at his watch
the priest It was a few minutes to mid--day.

Now thinking to himself, that's It, confession over
and not a soul saved today, a good morning ,God.
Just then the confessional door opened,
a voice saying bless me Father, sorry I am late.
God will always wait, It's okay my Son.

Is that you Joeseph Ismann?, " yes Father It Is.
" Father I have sinned , I have been with a loose woman
" And who was the woman you were with?"
Joseph answered, " I cant tell you Father Fredrick.
My wish Is not to ruin her reputation." " Well Joseph,
I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later
so you may as well tell me now.

Was It Tina Perez?" was It Teresea Napuna?"
was It Cathy Mimms, " I can not say, I will never tell,
was It Ruth Colewood, my lips are sealed
am not going to name her, the priest sighs,
In frustration, he asked one more time, my Son was It
Mollie Foster, I have to stay tight lipped Father.

Joseph my Son, I admire that, thank you Father.
But as you have sinned you must now atone.

You cannot be an alter--boy for 4 months.
Now go straight home, do not stop to talk
to any young girls.

Joseph walked back to his pew, his friend Francis
slides over to him and whispers, " what did you get?"
" Four months vacation and Five good leads.!