Reginald Span

“The Audit (in progress)” by Reginald Span

Derrick sat at the front desk for the Von West building, his hand barely holding up his head. The building was unnervingly quiet. The type of quiet where you could hear water moving through the pipes, the hum collective hum of electronics and even the wind cutting through the parking garage. None these sounds were helping with keeping him stave off sleep. As his elbow slipped forward he nearly face planted on the faux marble countertop. He stopped himself and looked around a bit startled before glancing at the time on the monitor, 1:30 AM.“S...

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“Quiet Hours” by Reginald Span

Submitted to Contest #206

You ever get that feeling like you’re being watched? Even with your eyes closed the tactile heat from their glare makes the hair on your body stiffen and stand up. When you move into a new house you get a bunch of strange feelings like that, especially if it’s a much larger space the you were used to. This time however, as I lay in bed trying to force myself to go to sleep I got the feeling much stronger than before. I would have normally just ignored it and gone to sleep but for whatever reason I opened my eyes. It takes the brain milliseco...

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“Cats Rarely Do” by Reginald Span

Submitted to Contest #187

Cat’s do not have a perception of time nor do they care about it and anything it touches, cat's rarely do. They go where they want, hunt where they want and sleep where they want, even if it happens to be an ancient temple of an old god. An acropolis from a land that was once covered in lush jungles, fields of fertile soil and swelling rivers which emptied into a sparkling sea. This land was called G’Usha and its capital was the seaside city of Orn’th. There were said to be many gods in G’Usha but the one worshiped in Orn’th was B’tha, ...

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“The wolf who cried in spring” by Reginald Span

Submitted to Contest #86

The warm spring air held sweet tones of flowers and ripened fruit bringing in the changing of the seasons. Young John thought he was too small to reach any of those sweet fruit hanging in trees or those flowers high on the vines. Sometimes you have to experience something sour before you can appreciate something sweet. Just like the small candy John struggled to enjoy as the pits of his mouth stung with an intense tang. His vision of the spring sun blurred as his eyes were nearly held shut from the strain. Just when he thought he wasn’t goin...

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“A sea of stars” by Reginald Span

Submitted to Contest #83

Weightlessness. Melissa’s body floated in the warm shallow water of a calm sea. The waves rocked her awake as she started to focus on what was above her. The moon peeked through dark grey clouds as her vision cleared. The smell of salty sea air along with the rolling water running onto land, and then back out to her, pulling her closer. Each time the waves rocked her, more of the feeling started returning to her body. She had no idea how she got there, or what she had been doing before. There was only the feeling like she had been lowered fr...

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