Erica Dorsey

“Turn in Creeps.” by Erica Dorsey

(Disclaimer: i don't know what the fuck this story is. Plot? I don't know her Lol. This story is bad. I'll still take constructive criticism though) “I need to find some work life balance…” Aaliyah muttered to herself as she parked her fork-life as the break bell rang through the warehouse. It reminded her of highschool when the bell rang to indicate that one class was finished and it was time to move to the next one. The only difference was that this bell shrieked like Satan’s wife and it was gonna shriek again in only ten fucking minutes. ...

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“The Clock on the Mantle” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #249

Keylani Marshall stared at the shitty old clock on the mantle in the living room of her apartment. She’d found it at a garage sale and only paid one dollar for it. It was one of those old ones that you found in antique stores.Full of cogs and gears that turned and interacted with each other to function.It reminded her of the clock that had been in her family home back when she lived in Alabama. It had sat on the mantle as well. She remembered staring at the clock when she was five years old. The hands on the old clock had stopped moving and ...

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“ The Devil's Daughter” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #211

“Mouse! It’s your turn to check on Mama and Papa!” Mouse’s brother yelled as he chased their cousins' kids around the lake. “You know how Papa is!” That, Mouse thought, was the understatement of the century. Mouse Hasley left her family raising hell around the small lake on her great-grandparents' property. She gave up on keeping track of the horde in the first hour because…. As everyone who knew them always said….. The Hasley family had a bit of the devil in ‘em. They were good people…. But man could they raise hell when they got together...

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“The Haint Tree” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #187

Rooster and Keisha had an understanding. Rooster was the family cat… or technically— he was Keisha’s great-grandma’s cat. It was the  family myth that Rooster had more than nine lives and just wouldn’t die. The cat was apparently old as sin and had been around for generations. It had been around when Keisha’s great-grandma was a girl, when her grandma was a girl, when her mother was a girl, and so on and so on….. And apparently he was still here over thirty years later and Keisha was an adult. “You still ain’t dead yet Rooster?” Keisha ...

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“The Insanity of Pi” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #186

You like Pi? Point. Me? I really hate pie. Alot. Because pie is really freaking disgusting! Do you want to know why I hate it? Hard Crust. It’s just such a dramatic pastry! Okay, it’s not really dramatic. I’m being dramatic. I just really hate pie. No one pays attention to Pi at all. They’re always getting distracted by all the stupid pie. And then I realized something totally amazing! Maybe they just don’t know how cool Pi is! Obsessing about pie? Not Pi? Pie is gross! But, the absolute logic and insanity of pi! Its Beauty and Majesty! Th...

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“The Golden Cord” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #185

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…..” Darius Porter said to himself as he stood behind the counter at Saver Gas and tried not to throw up recently eaten lunch. He could tell that today was gonna be a bad fucking day. He wished he had normal bad days but instead he saw fucking Dead People. “Good Evening.” Darius said through gritted teeth as he pretended he didn’t see the dead girl following the white dude into the store. Darius knew exactly who she was—- he’d gone to high school with her. She was an older girl by the name of Tenesha Edw...

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“The flip of a coin” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #184

Everybody knows that it’s not supposed to snow in fucking Texas. Every year the weatherman forecasts snowy weather…… and every year there’s not a speck of snow on the gotdamn grown Those were the rules. Snowy weather was just an excuse to have snow days to call off from work and school. They were supposed to be relaxing. However, that meant that Slushy Jackson was not supposed to trudging through four foot deep snow, in the middle of gotdamn nowhere, and searching for a winter spirit. Okay, to be fair– Everything started a couple of weeks ag...

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“Mission Accomplished” by Erica Dorsey

Submitted to Contest #183

It was a dark and stormy night—- well, it wasn’t a dark and stormy night. It was quite a regular night if one is being honest— but saying it’s dark and stormy makes for a better story most of the time. If one is telling the truth—- this is not a dramatic story. This is the most boring story in the history of boring stories. This story truly starts in the ice cream aisle of a grocery aisle. It’s not a special grocery story– it’s just one of those quirky mom-and-pop grocery stores that you can find in most small towns. The kind of grocery stor...

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“....If you asked” by Erica Dorsey

Well....if you asked Imani....well...she wouldn't know what she'd tell you. On a good day....she could only honestly tell you that she has absolutely no idea what will come out of her mouth. However...if she had to guess why she does the things that she does....well-- she'd say it was because she felt invisible. Imani didn't have much of a life if you asked her. She woke up, bathed, went to work, came home, slept, and did it all over again. She did the same thing everyday, all day, all the time.... and sometimes she didn't. Sometimes she fel...

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“Clusterfuck” by Erica Dorsey

Erica sat on the couch and wondered how the hell this was her life. She was thirty-three, unemployed, and currently living on her parents couch. She thought that life couldn't get much worse--- but that was a lie. It actually could get worse....and it would get worse in the form of her type-A, overbearing, perfectionist mother. She was the type of woman who walked five miles to school in the snow in two freaking directions. She was indomitable....she was what "successful" looked like. A home, five kids, and a faithful husband. All of them pe...

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