Jason popped in his earbuds, closed his eyes, and let the mellow chords of Xavier Rudd's "Follow the Sun" take his mind to the beach. Jason would feel the sun on his face in less than five hours. The music was for making time fly. Fly. Get it? He made the time fly while flying …
Tag: MTO horror
MTO Lucy A
The first thing I noticed about Grandma was her hands. I know, strange, right? Her hands used to look like regular old people's hands. Wrinkly. Full of knobs like a turtle's shell. Her wedding ring would never make it over that knuckle, no way. When Grandma reached across the picnic table to grab the salt, …
MTO Kim Griffiths
The dog's fur was the color of cream. What a cutie. He must've heard my car idling at the end of his driveway and came to say hello. I snapped a picture. My own dog, Apache, sensed his chance for freedom and bounded out the open car door. I thought he might greet his fellow …
MTO Karen Pattee
Credit: Jason Dent The steel elevator doors yawned open to reveal a dozen or so grim-faced people who dared me to wedge myself into the already-packed car. Don't, said their glares. I'm not claustrophobic or anything, but I hesitated. The elevators in the Rosetta Center were notoriously slow. It would be a loooong wait for …
MTO Norah Marr
I was born in the water. When I say I was born in the water, people think birthing pool. Or bathtub. Mom says someday I'll use my water birth as an icebreaker at parties and gatherings, but for now, she forbids any talk about it. Her face locks up and vibrates like there's an earthquake …
MTO Harry Griffiths
The sun can really zap a person. Beach days are the bomb, but the walk back to the rental...ugh. All Harry's energy had seeped into the soft white sand of Corolla Beach. The rest of his family had gone back earlier, but Harry's lounge chair was set at the high tide line, and he'd committed …
MTO Bob Griffiths
April, 2015. The Boston Marathon. On Bob's race day it was 40 degrees and raining with meaty gusts of wind. I could end this horror story right here, couldn't I? I mean, imagine: Running twenty-six point something miles drenched and cold and getting buffeted by wind. By the time you're running the Boston though, you've …
MTO Sam Marr
...continued from MTO Jack Marr. Sam approached the scene on the sidewalk warily, not quite believing his eyes. A bizarre metallic craft hovered a few inches over the ground. Lucy sniffed it, licked her chops, and drooled. Tiny green people barely bigger than his pinky were having an argument. One of them wasn't green and …
MTO Jack Marr
The chore of walking Lucy often fell to Jack, the oldest of the Marr kids. He was the only one who could keep a hold of the leash when Lucy used that bionic strength in her Shepherd hind legs to make a mad dash toward a squirrel or a dog or even certain car models. …
MTO Pat Kubec
Credit: Wolfgang Amri Ride horses long enough and you learn to trust them, so when Lord Byron, raised his head and snorted, Pat reined him to a stop. The bridle trail clutched the banks of the Rocky River but occasionally veered into the thickly wooded areas where sunlight could barely slice through the canopy. Pat …
KL Griffiths 