Holland Wells

“Trinityville” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #249

Rain was coming down hard as Sam was driving down the old route sixty-six highway. He could barely see the road in front of him as he tried to navigate through the storm. It had been raining for the last two and a half hours, but the last fifteen minutes seemed to be much harder. Sam slowed down to a crawl due to poor visibility.As he made his way around a sharp curve, Sam made out a silhouette of a person that was trying to flag him down. As the car approached this figure, Sam thought to himself, should I stop and give this person a ride? R...

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“House on 223 Maple RD.” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #215

The evening air was nice and cool with a mild breeze blowing through the willows that encircled the old house that sat on top of the hill on 223 Maple RD. The house had been sitting abandoned for at least twelve years, the window shutters where barley hanging on by their hinges. The green paint on the old house had been peeling away for some years now. In its time the house was quite a Jewl, there was an upstairs balcony that overlooked the acers and acers of golden wheat fields and an old dirt road lined with dogwood trees that appear to...

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“David” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #132

Saying goodbye is never easy. It brings a sadness in each one of us that runs deep in our soul that can only be comforted with time. It was the late 1970's in Los Angeles California when I had to say goodbye to a friend named David. It would be the first upset of many in my life.David was a thirteen year old teenage boy who lived next door to me. He was into scientific stuff and had gotten a chemistry set for Christmas one year. He would always show me slides of bugs and things through his microscope and even showed me a slide of b...

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“The Locked Door” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #130

Where the hell am I? Why can I not see anything? HELP, HELP,HELP!!! Why can no one hear me? That smell, what's that smell? That smell is very familiar but I can not put my finger on it. It's sweet but yet a tangy smell. Lord are you listening? Is this a dream? What is my name? I am so confused, I can not remember anything. Am I dead? That's it, I must be dead. How did I die I wonder. Did I leave behind a family? Flowers? That smell reminds me of flowers. What kind of flowers? Hmm not sure but it is very familiar. Why is everything so dark...

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“Whisper of Lies” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #130

  The morning began like a normal Saturday, the smell of bacon had filled the house as Gloria Sorensen made her family breakfast. It was eight thirty when Steve Sorensen would come down the stairs in his pajamas sniffing the fresh smell of cooked bacon. The couple had been married for fifteen years and had a son and a daughter age’s fourteen and fifteen. Susan Sorensen, a fifteen-year-old teenager had long blond hair with a petit figure and a smile that all the boys at school could not resist. Susan was a quiet type that made th...

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“Nightmares to Keep ” by Holland Wells

They say that dreams can be mysterious and haunting while other times they can be happy and full of adventure. I never did believe that dreams were anything more than just dreams, that was until about a year ago when weird stuff began to happen in my dreams.My name is Frank Hawthorn. I am a thirty two year old blond haired man that lives in New York city and works at an accounting firm. My apartment is nothing special, it has a compact layout with a single bedroom with all the blessings of solidarity from the out side noise. I driv...

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“A Walk in the Desert” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #110

Lance could not believe his eyes when he saw an older white ford pick-up truck pull over. The heat was sweltering and the sun had been blazing down on him for hours. Still he was not for sure if it was real. The last two times a vehicle stopped the drivers waited until he got close to the door and then took off. Lance realized that this was because he was dirty and hadn't shaved in over a week and most likely looked like a serial killer that hitched hiked through the Mohave desert only to find his prey.Lance approached the vehicle ...

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“Shining Bow” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #108

[Warning : This is a True story with graphic parts.]The house was fully ingulfed in flames as it's smoke filled the sky near a small Wisconsin town. It was August 15th 1914 in the flat plains near the town of Spring green.There were five men and a young boy inside trying to escape as the fire raged. The men would try to open the door but it had been locked from the outside. Each time one of them would try to go through a window, Carlton would be waiting on the other side with an axe. Screams could be heard from far away and ...

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“Whispers of a fly” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #108

The moon was full and the air was stale on a hot and humid August night in southern Georgia. It was getting late and the two twins were sure they would be in trouble if they didn't hurry and get home. The boys knew their ailing mother would be anxiously awaiting with their hot dinner ready for them. Lonnie and Jimmy had just got done mending fences on the Brooke farm and still had a forty-five minute walk home."Hey Lonnie lets cut through the woods and cross the river at that old train bridge dad used to take us fishing at, that w...

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“The Hidden Truth” by Holland Wells

Submitted to Contest #107

It was a night of excitement. Finally the senior year had ended in Hampton bay high. Twenty two young teenage adults made their mark in history as a graduating class, and tonight would be a night of celebration that no one in Hampton bay would soon forget. It all started two days before the last day of school when Bobby Holder told his best friend Tommy Lance that he was going to throw a party in his uncles cabin down by Cedar Lake. They both agreed that it would be a private "BYOB" party of only the two and their gir...

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