Fiction

The house at the end of my street is abandoned. It has been that way for as long as I can remember. The rickety old door with a large off white sign on the front that reads “NO TRESPASSING” in large red bold letters.

Shapeshifter

      “Hello kids,” I said as I sat in a large chair in front of a large fireplace. A ring of small children was seated in front of me. “What story would you like today?”

The house at the end of my street is abandoned. 
Since I was a child, my parents have admonished me, 
“Don’t go into that house, there is evil there,”
and I would believe them with my child innocence. 

I have been a “shape-shifter” ever since the accident and, unlike most shifters I'm not bored of it. It’s amazing, I get to be whoever I want to be. If I want to get into a VIP club I can change into a well known celebrity or businessman.

I soar through the tree tops and spread my wings as wide as they go. I look down below me as I fly through the sky. I flew as fast as I could trying to find the girl.

    I woke up as a turkey today. It’s funny because I dreamed of Thanksgiving last night. My family and I were sitting around the table and I heard my mom say “Becky if you eat much more you are going to turn into a turkey.” 

The wind was strong and powerful. It was like a hurricane, except with no flooding and no waves. People stayed in their houses, afraid to be blown away. I did not know of the wind, so, I walked out.

I strolled down the sidewalk on a bright, warm, Sunday morning. It was a normal day, actually an abnormally nice day. People walked with their dogs, rode on bikes, skateboards, and roller skates.

Martina's family was very strange. Her parents were always whispering. They never smiled. But the strangest part was that in their haunted looking house, there was one room her mother forbid her to go into.

My heart was racing when I saw the sun for the first time in two days. The forest is a horrible place for a 10 year-old. 

As I ride up to the gate, I hear the loud noise of the horses feet pouding against the ground. All of a sudden, my stomach goes into knots. I can tell this is not going to be a good run.