Fiction

By Siena DeMink

My brothers are in the living room goofing around, and I am in my bedroom; it is the only quiet place in the house. The family dog, Buddy, comes bounding playfully into my room. “Hi, Buddy,” I say.

The concept of a life remote is interesting; it is one that holds great power. With the ability to pause, fast-forward, or rewind, life would be drastically different. The weight actions would hold would be much less.

“As midnight slowly comes across the clock darkness invades the mysterious castle. Shadows roam and stairs creek terrorizing anyone  who dares to come near. Whomever found was dragged in ,faced with  the shadows.