K.C. Hammond

“All the Time in the World” by K.C. Hammond

Submitted to Contest #253

“We have all the time in the world.”“Yes, but is this how you want to spend it?” she asked, lifting her head from his chest to look up at him. She had always loved those green eyes.He kissed the top of her head, “I couldn’t think of a better way.”She dropped her head back onto his chest, not entirely satisfied with his answer.They lay in the grass of their backyard beneath the starry night sky. Snuggled between them, was their one-year-old son, fast asleep and none the wiser.“Should we wake him?” she asked, stroking the boy’s pale blond hair...

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“Followed Home” by K.C. Hammond

Submitted to Contest #252

She couldn’t see them, but she could sense them. Like how you knew there was someone standing behind you in line at the grocery store even though you hadn’t turned around. She kept throwing glances over her shoulder as she rushed up the street lined with old craftsman-styled homes. Their empty windows peering down at her, intensifying the feeling of being watched. She first noticed the sensation at the park. She could usually be found there on her days off, sitting on a lone bench facing a small lake. She came here to read and get lost in h...

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“Stay in the Light” by K.C. Hammond

Submitted to Contest #232

    She lifted the lantern aloft, projecting its glow around her. As long as she remained within the center of its light, she would be safe. Taking long strides, she trudged through the soft snow, leaving two long trenches behind her. Emanating from the darkness surrounding her came the cacophony of snarling growls. The creatures lay just out of her sight, but she could hear them shifting and circling in the darkness. Ev...

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“Down the Chimney” by K.C. Hammond

Submitted to Contest #229

**This story contains alcohol consumption and suggested gore**            Tomorrow would be the day. The worst day of the year. For others, it was a time of giving, a time of joy and celebration. The time to be merry and bright. But not for Anna Lee. No, for her it was a reminder of a time when the most precious thing to her was taken. A time of misery and isolation. Her friends called her a Grin...

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“And Father Provides” by K.C. Hammond

*Although not directly stated, this story contains suggestions of gore* Mary lit the last candle in the center of the table, illuminating four place settings clustered at one end of the table. The head of the table, however, was bare but for a high-backed wooden chair. Leaving the dining room, she paused, placing a forlorn hand upon the back of the chair, bowing her head to it as if in prayer.

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