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Bridge of Broken Glass

Stories from my mind that won't be quiet

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    • Empty House: Part 2

      “Okay, let’s see what’s through door number two,” Kyle said, crossing the living room and grabbing the doorknob on the other door. The door was swollen with moisture and stuck in the door jam. Kyle had to pull hard on the doorknob to get it to open. When the door finally came free, a plume…

      May 27, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Ghosts, Haunted House, Trapped
    • Empty House: Part 1

      “Hey everyone,” Kyle said in his cocky voice as he started recording with his head mounted GoPro. In front of him was a familiar sight. Everyone in town knew about this place. Everyone he asked said it had always been here. Even his grandmother remembered the house being there, abandoned. No one knew who owned…

      May 20, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Ghost story, Haunted, Haunted House
    • Future Warning

      Today was not a day to be alone. That wasn’t because Samantha didn’t want to be alone, but because it was probably the busiest day of her life and everyone around her was fussing and helping and hurrying to do one thing or another. It was, of course, her wedding day. The sun had barely…

      May 15, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Time Travel, Warning, Wedding
    • Too High

      “Don’t climb too high.” It was a constant refrain that Carlos hated hearing. He never thought he was climbing too high, but then suddenly there would be adults down below calling for him to come down. “Didn’t we say not to climb too high?” How high was too high? He’d been on playgrounds that were…

      May 13, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Horror, Mine, Trapped
    • The Sound of Drums

      Being alone in the mine was uncommon, to say the least. Not only was it for safety that the miners stuck together, but also for practicality since there were so few jobs that could be accomplished by a single person. But a few tools had been left behind and it really didn’t make sense to…

      May 6, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Offering, Trapped, Underground
    • Heat of the Moment

      2 A.M. was the worst time to be awake when you needed to be asleep. There was nothing on TV. Nothing on the radio. Sure there was the internet but that was what Buck already did during the day when his boss wasn’t looking. You could only scroll through the same three or four feeds…

      May 1, 2026
      Short Story
      Alone, Regrets, Lonely, Bridge of Broken Glass, Drunk, Toxic Masculinity
    • Raining Men

      The skies were filled with low hanging clouds. That was good, overall. There were some who didn’t like to jump when they couldn’t see the ground but any cover was better than none, especially with where they were jumping. “We’re getting close,” a voice spoke over the radio. Everyone had their own headset so they’d…

      April 29, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Parachute, Trap, War
    • Give me a prompt

      Give me a song, a piece of artwork (no AI), or a brief sentence or two to use as a prompt and I’ll write a story based off of it. Post your prompt in the comments. Thank you in advance.

      April 28, 2026
      Uncategorized
      Bridge of Broken Glass
    • Under Pressure

      After a certain depth, everything turns to blackness. The only light down this far is the light you bring with you and the occasional blips of bio-luminescence. It’s beautiful and terrifying all at the same time. As the lights on the submersible dimmed, the bio-luminescence became more and more visible until it was all that…

      April 24, 2026
      Short Story
      Accident, Bridge of Broken Glass, Flirting, Submersible
    • Wolf and Badger

      Smoke and ash clogged the air as the orange glow of fire illuminated the northern horizon. Snow lay thick on the ground but in some places it had been trampled so thoroughly that it was only mud. Frost was forming as night deepened in the ruined woods and in the distance the sound of cries…

      April 22, 2026
      Short Story
      Bridge of Broken Glass, Hunting, Spirits, War
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