Taylor Crosby

“Dominance” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight? Like I said?" I rolled my eyes. Ugh. I could hear his wiggling eyebrows and confident smirk in his smooth, honeyed voice. "Of course," I replied, attempting to put as much enthusiasm into my response as possible. "Alright." He drew the two-syllable word out for longer than necessary. In the process, his voice went slightly deeper as well as adopting a sort of husk...

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“Tradition Before Love” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #69

“Oh, my God, Karen, hi!” my cousin immediately greeted with her usual cheery demeanor the instant I joined the video chat.  Her parents and mine were present as well. I was a bit disappointed to see my older sister hadn’t joined. Oh, well. She had her own family now. What’d I expect? At least she has an excuse to not attend anymore.  “Hey, Gale,” I replied. “How’s work going?” Sh...

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“An Introduction to the Ever So Lovely Killer Bunnies” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #60

October 17th, Week 2 After All That Crap Happened A lot of people in the world thought that humanity would eventually be brought to its knees someday, whether it be caused by global warming, war, technology, or even by bizarre and oddball ideas such as an alien invasion or the zombie apocalypse. Everyone had their own theory, unique to him or herself. However, you could bet that not one pers...

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“Traditions No More” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #57

Spaghetti noodles dot the night sky. They’re writhing like tentacles. Reaching toward me. I can hear them too. They’re loud. Way too loud to be normal. Squishing in and out. In and out. In and out.  And the moon’s laughing at me. Its eyes of cheese stares right through me, mocking my very heart and soul. The stars aren’t there. Somewhere in my mind, I know they’re supposed to be there, but they aren’...

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“The Secret” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #55

Hey, can you keep a secret?  I grinned slightly, wondering just what juicy secret this random lady from the internet was going to share with me. Hopefully, it was some kind of declaration of love for my brother, the actual owner of this computer that I was currently hijacking, which I could later embarrass him with.  Sure will, I typed. So what is it? Her responses shot out...

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“New Year's Proposal” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #50

I took a sip from the crimson liquid and sighed happily. Though the metallic taste did take a bit getting used to, this stuff was definitely something to die for. I set my glass down and glanced at the television. The reporter was babbling on and on about some celebrity performance, something I couldn’t care less about. What I was interested in was the tiny box in the lower left corner of the screen--the countdown until...

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“Raven” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #48

Chapter 1: I walk through the forest, leaves crunching underfoot. I glance up at the leaves, which are still in the midst of transitioning from summer to fall. I turn back in the direction of my destination and am startled when a butterfly pops into my face. I then smile and lift my hand up to it. Suddenly, it transforms into a huge, monstrous snake the size of giants. My smile quickly vanishes as i...

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“The Storm Has Just Begun” by Taylor Crosby

Submitted to Contest #47

Drip. Drip. Drip. You scowl with annoyance as the raindrops hit your bare neck. Sunny, my ass, you think, and not for the first time either. You then sigh and decide to pay them no mind, though, and go back to observing the woman through the window.  She’s doing nothing. All she’s doing is sitting there on her blue sofa with gray polka dots. It’s an ugly thing, you think. H...

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“Crazy Psychopath? I Don't Think So” by Taylor Crosby

I am not crazy, nor am I a psychopath. Why does everybody keep saying that? I’m not! I swear I’m not!  Just because I have a fascination with watching my dolls slowly burn and imagining their screams, it doesn’t mean I have a few screws loose in both my mind and my morality. I suppose people started calling me crazy a few years back, when I lit that one guy’s pants on fire. Everybody was chanting, “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” so annoyingly to me, especially the guy, even though I was telling the truth. I don’t...

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