Short Narratives

This hotel-mall hybrid is the first of it's kind. People might assume this place was made for the phrase, "shop til' you drop." My sister and I were bouncing in the pool, when my sister nudges at me, "look how fast he's swimming", pointing at the tattooed man gliding by. I agreed and she continued, "you should've seen when he first started." Switching to the the man's point of view, I feel myself struggling to maintain speed, but quickly regained momentum. My speed was far too unnatural, as if I was in a jet flying through the air. I reached the end and decided to switch to a backstroke. My muscle memory kicks in and I effortlessly make my way to the other side of the pool. Switching back to my point of view, I continue watching the tattooed man swim. Suddenly, the entire pool gets engulfed by a giant sphere of water. Unfazed, the man's skin materializes into a scuba suit and he continues swimming away. My sister and I escape

Although I don't know her name, let's call her Ashley, she was standing in a hotel room, eyes locked to the stranger in front of her. The other woman was blonde and had what many people calls, " bedroom eyes", let's call her Jennifer. This wasn't Jennifer's first time and she knew all the tricks to calm down her new client. She reaches out and grabs Ashley, pulling her closer. They lock lips and slowly make their way to the bed. The bed was entirely unique. It more closely resembled a long storage bench at the end of fancy bed. Having barely enough room to sit, Ashley lays down uncomfortably. While still in each other's embrace, Jennifer climbs on top. Suddenly, a woman walks in and points to Ashley, "take her!" she yells. Before Ashley was able to comprehend what was going on, Jennifer instantly jumped off, and the bed collapse into a coffin. The top slams shut, and the sound of muffled screams and scratching resonates the room. I wake