Arielle Guay

Laughter filled the car, mixing with the hauntingly hilarious sound of the mechanical skeleton that sat in the backseat. Indeed, buckled next to dear little Gerald Fitzgibben sat a life-size decorative skeleton (though Mrs. Fitzgibben thought his head was rather small). The toy had a little button that could make it talk and move its jaw, which amused the child seated next to it, and pleased her parents who sat in front.  It was October, and outside, stunning hues of orange, yellow, red, and green zipped by in a picturesque blur. The Fitzgibbens were returning from a shopping spree. A…

Congratulations to Arielle Guay for winning our short story contest! Trom watched as the hot water made the tea dissolve in his mug. Picking it up, he headed over to the sofa. Before he could sit down, he heard his doorbell ring. Curious; he hadn't invited anyone over. Trom headed over to the front door of his new house. He'd moved in only a month ago, and, being an introvert, hadn’t cared to meet any of his neighbors yet.  He opened the door to a woman holding a shovel and a handful of thick rope. She was smiling sweetly, but…