Kelsey Fish

“Wicked, Lurking” by Kelsey Fish

I don’t like the basement. I’ve been in houses in the past that had basements; never liked them. But they were nothing like THIS basement. This basement is musty. It’s grimy. It’s positively horrendous and I’ve begged and begged and BEGGED my husband to leave BUT he refuses. He says that we spent too much. The “we” insinuates I contributed, which I most certainly did not. I’ve been a stay at home mom for 2.5 years, since our daughter was born. Things work for us.  But ever since we moved into the house, things have changed. No longer do...

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“Alone in a World Full of Monsters” by Kelsey Fish

Submitted to Contest #272

I sat on the edge of my desk as the next to last student, Cheri, turned in her exam and walked out. “Thanks!” She chirped, her airy voice cutting through the thick, drippy silence that hung in the air. I gave her a small smile, holding her essay in my hand. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting, hungry. “How do you think you did?” I asked, my nerves standing on end. If Cheri noticed, she didn’t let on. “Well, it was difficult,” she started, “but I think I did alright!” She smiled, warm and bright, sunshine breaking through after a l...

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“The House of Deadly Treats” by Kelsey Fish

Submitted to Contest #263

I sat waiting for my turn to speak, my palms sweaty and leg bouncing slightly. Baba convinced me that this meeting would be good for me, that it would help me to move past the absolute horror that had befallen me at the hands of hate; but, I had my doubts. After all, how on earth could any of these other women possibly understand what it was like to bear witness to the greatest enemy of us all? Everyone began clapping, signaling that the young lass before me had finally finished droning about her neighbor and their distaste for all things “s...

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“A Night to Remember” by Kelsey Fish

Submitted to Contest #169

Lightning flashed overhead, snapping a photo of the scene below the heavy clouds. Sam wiped the sweat from her forehead and rested against the cool earth behind her. Rains coming, she thought to herself as she glanced first at the dark ceiling above her, and then to her watch, which indicated Desmond was late, again.  Rolling her eyes to herself, she began digging again, the rich scent of soil overwhelming her sense of smell, causing her to cough sporadically as she dug ever deeper. How deep did they bury this asshole? She thought angr...

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“You Can Check Out Anytime You Like...” by Kelsey Fish

Submitted to Contest #148

Kathryn looked up at the looming building as she pulled herself from the cab. The tower of an apartment building stood dark against the light gray New York sky.  She turned and reached in for her bag, the driver not even so much as glancing at her in his rear view mirror.  “Thanks,” she said, trying to sound genuine. Truly though, she was glad to be getting out of the creeps' car. When she first hailed the taxi he seemed nice enough, but once she was in and had given her destination, he had glared at her in the mirror until she shi...

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