Here are stories to delight, enchant, and surprise you.
Author Galen Micheal presents a breathtaking collection of tales that are certain to amuse readers and that always embrace the unexpected. In this book are seven never-before-seen short stories. Included are:
Johnathon Cooper: A man finds himself at an unusual party with an unusual guest.
An Accident: Two teenage boys crash a car and must hurry to hide the damage before they’re discovered. Will they succeed, or will the evil forces (their mom) discover what they did?
The Djinn: A woman meets a mysterious figure who grants her three wishes.
The Prom: A teenage boy experiences the terror and horror of finding a prom date.
A Mishap at School: Get ready to laugh as Jennifer Harrison navigates her way through a day at school that doesn’t end as planned.
April Fools Day: A pizza delivery man tries to make it through April Fools day without getting pranked, but even though he is alert to any foul play, he still gets a surprise at the end of the day.
Chairwolf: In this equally spooky and silly story, a man finds himself face-to-face with a live chair with a taste for blood.
Targeted Age Group:: 15-30
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Other collections of short stories by authors like Neil Gaiman partly inspired me. As did The Tales of Uncle Remus by Julius Lester.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Many of my characters are loosely-based on people I know. And other times I simply create a character with a personality that fits well with the plot of the story.
"What do you wanna do?" asked Jerry, as he lay on the porch, watching a dog chase a cat.
"I don't know. What do you?" asked Brian. There was a pause as both boys considered their options. "We could watch TV," said Brian. Jerry shook his head.
"There's nothing good on." He had spent most of the summer lazing in front of the TV and had memorized when his favorite shows were on.
"I guess we could skateboard or something," said Brian.
"Ooh! Yeah! I just got a new pair of rollerblades for my birthday. I've been wanting to try them out!" exclaimed Jerry.
"Okay, let's go. We can go into the garage." Both boys sprang up.
"I'll meet you back here in a minute," said Jerry, taking off across the street to his house. Brian nodded and set off in search of his skateboard. They reconvened in the garage after just under two minutes.
They opened the garage door and peered in. In his mind's eye, Brian had pictured it as much larger than real life. It was small, dusty, and crammed with various odds and ends. In the middle of the garage was parked a Honda Accord with a small dent near the left headlight.
"Hmm, there's not much room with the car here. Let's push it into the driveway," said Brian, walking into the dimly lit garage.
"Shouldn't we ask your mom first?" asked Jerry doubtfully.
"Nah. She won't mind."
"In the past, you've been a remarkably poor judge of what your mom will, or will not mind," said Jerry.
"She won't mind. And anyway, she won't be home 'till five; that's not for over an hour," said Brian, trying to brush aside Jerry's concerns.
"Okay. Fine! But if something goes wrong, I'm blaming you."
"Don't worry! Nothing's going to go wrong!"
"Whenever you say that, something always does."
"Shut up and help me move it!" said Brian, getting behind the car and placing two hands on it."Okay, when I say so, we both push. The brakes are off, so we should be able to push it a few feet."
"How do you know the brakes are off?" asked Jerry.
"Because they always are," said Brian.
"Fair enough," replied Jerry.
"Okay. One! Two! Three! Push!" The last word came out as a grunt. He leaned forward into the car, digging his heels into the ground behind him. The car drifted forward. Once it reached the driveway, the two boys stood up and backed away from it, surveying the garage. Out of the corner of his eye, Jerry spotted motion. He whirled around.
"Hey! The car's still moving!" he said.
"So stop it!" shouted Brian."Oh, no! It's rolling into the road… I can't watch! What if it gets hit?" Brian covered his eyes. A second later he heard a sickening crunch.
"Calm down. Nobody hit it. It just went into that ditch across the street. It got stopped by those trees," said Jerry, trying to be reassuring, but falling a little short.
"Oh, man! Oh, man!" gasped Brian in horror. "Oh, man!"
"Yeah, I doubt your parents figured you'd wreck their car before you were 16," said Jerry.
"Haha! Very funny. But what are we going to do? We'll never get the car out of the ditch… Should we act surprised, like the car just ran away by itself? Maybe mom would fall for that. Or maybe they won't even notice if we don't say anything. Do you think?"
"Okay, well, I'm out of here."
"Come on! Think!" Brian almost screamed.
"Okay, okay, calm down, man," said Jerry hurriedly. "We could try to push the car out of the ditch."
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it can't be that heavy, can it?" The two boys cautiously crossed the street. When they reached the car, they both put their shoulders against it and shoved. But to no avail.
"What now," asked Jerry.
"I dunno," said Brian, fidgeting nervously. "But my mom'll be home in less than half an hour.
"We could—we could—" said Jerry, scanning their surrounding for ideas.
"Okay," said Jerry after a pause, "having eliminated all other options, I know what to do."
"What?" asked Brian, hanging on every word.
"Panic," said Jerry.
"Be serious," said Brian.
"I am," replied Jerry.
"Okay, we have twenty-nine minutes until my mom gets home. What?" he added. For Jerry had been gazing at him, looking confused.
"Didn't you say we had less than half an hour like five minutes ago?"
"Yeah… why?" It dawned on him. "Oh no!" he glanced down at his watch. "It's not even ticking." He shook the watch, but nothing happened.
"It's fine," Jerry reassured Brian, "just go inside and see how much time we have until your mom gets home."
"Yeah, okay," He hurried across the street and into his house. He burst out a minute later, looking horrified. "Nine minutes!" he gasped, the moment he was within speaking range.
"Are you sure she'll be home exactly at five?" queried Jerry. Brian nodded seriously.
"She's never even a moment late."
"Okay, well, I've got an idea." Brian raised his eyebrows. "Your mom has a spare set of keys, right?"
"Yeah, on her dresser, but neither of us can drive so…?"
"Sure we can," said Jerry."Listen, I've watched my dad do it for years, it's easy enough… all we need to do is go grab the keys, drive the car across the road. And your mom will never know the difference."
"I don't know," said Brian doubtfully.
"Your mom's gonna be home in like 9 minutes," urged Jerry.
"Yeah, you're right," said Brian. Jerry turned and dashed back across the street. He raced upstairs to his mom's room. He snatched the keys off her dresser and sprinted back outside and across the street.
"Okay, here they are," he said, holding out the keys. "Okay, should you do it, or should I? Never mind, I'd better let you. That way there's someone else to blame."
"Ha, ha, ha," said Jerry, rolling his eyes.
"Okay, eight minutes to go! Let's do this." With trembling hands, he opened the door of the car and hopped into the driver's seat. Brian did the same. Only for the passenger's seat. Jerry slid the keys into the ignition. He swallowed hard, pushed the keys in, and turned them. The engine coughed and spluttered to life.
"Okay, what now?" asked Brian.
"I'll just back her out nice and slow," said Jerry, doing such. Under Jerry's control, the car slowly revved out of the ditch. Once they made it to the road, Jerry looked out of both windows. No cars were coming, so he rolled into the road. "Okay, just in through the door," muttered Jerry, glancing in the rearview mirror. The car was only a few feet from the garage now.
"Seven minutes," alerted Brian. Jerry merely nodded in response. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead. There was a horrible scraping sound as Jerry reversed the car into the garage.
"What was that?" asked Brian nervously.
"I think I may have scraped the side against the doorway. But we did it! The car's back."
"Yeah, and boy am I thankful for that… and just in time, too—mom should be home in like four minutes."
"Then we'd better go do something innocent-looking… got any ideas?" asked Brian.
"We could go watch TV," said Jerry.
"Yeah, alright," said Brian. And they hurried inside, away from the crime scene.
Four minutes later, at exactly five o'clock, they heard the sounds of Brian's mom pulling up in her car. She burst through the door a few minutes later.
"Have you been driving the car? Without a license?"
"Well, that's frighteningly specific," muttered Jerry.
"No, mom," said Brian, striving to keep his voice natural.
"Then how come the car's side mirror is all scraped up, and I found these"—she opened her left hand, which had been clenched into a fist, revealing the keys to the car—"in the ignition?"
"Yeah, about that," said Brian with a horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach, "It's a long story…"
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