4th Annual Eagle Eye Short Story Contest

It had been months since the last sighting of him but I still feared for my children’s lives. I just felt like he was still out there, lurking. I didn’t understand why he terrorized us. We were just a small town. What significance could we possibly have had? The police weren’t able to stop him and I’m afraid nothing ever will. It all started back in ‘94. Poor Janet Adams came home to find...

Why have I been brought here so many times in the past month? I feel fine and every time I come here they do the same exact thing. My mother picks me up and puts me on the cold, hard table then the doctor comes in and checks me. Nothing ever changes. “You can take her into room #3 and I will be with you in a minute” the doctor stated. The same sentence is said every single time. You’d think...

The date was June 1st, 2008. A date that haunted Eric Warren till the day he drew his last breath. The police station always held this lingering, stiff smell of testosterone and cigarettes. “Officer of the month!” plaques carefully hung on the back wall. Police officers soaking in their 30 minute lunch breaks nibbled on paper bag lunches discussing the latest Padres game in the eggshell white colored...

You have felt this way before. It is almost like it’s real but you know it’s a dream. You are wandering down a dimly lit dirt path and you see it. You see a mirror; the ones that you would find in a Sheetz bathroom, but you aren’t the only one in the reflection. It is a distorted figure; the face looks to be almost smudged but is distinctly black. The thing also has a bright white smile; it vaguely...

The one thing I will forever remember her by is that faint scar on her nape and seeing her smiling at the Tokyo Tower with a sea of lights behind her. For someone like me who never strived to be anything in life I can tell you for sure that I had the best luck. I was always told the same thing no matter where I went “You have an extremely weak heart, you have to refrain from any strenuous activity...

“Day three,” I scribbled in the leather bound journal I had found in an old drawer beside the wooden gateway that locked me into my prison. “I have been here for three days,” It kills me to write those words but I had to document everything on the assumption that I’ll someday get found. Maybe it hasn’t been three days, I thought. Maybe it had been more, maybe even less. In a dark basement...

Why did I come here? “Come on Erica it's not that bad!” Tommy says holding out a blunt in the left hand, and holding a beer in the other. He’s swaying back and forth, and his red hair sticks up in unnatural ways. He looks like a dragon ball Z character now that I think about it. He invited us all here for a get together, not a “have-a-party-and-break-the-law.” “I said no. I want...

In my eighteen years of life, I’ve always been told how mature I am for my age. I kept my group of friends small, because I did not want to have friends like the cheerleaders do. Instead of going out on a Friday night, I prefered to stay at home and finish school work. I’ve never been to a Friday night football game and I have yet to experience the bitter taste of beer. My heart is still young,...

Eric watched as the light beamed through the doors of the foyer and floated around Daisy’s pure and beautiful silhouette. Her blonde hair in flowy curls, bouncing off her relaxed shoulders is all Eric is able to stare at. Her pink lips moved and the smell of mint filled the space between them when she suddenly whipped around and exited through the grand wooden doors of Rosemary High School. Outside...

I pace around the kitchen. Shocked. My whole body is shaking. The curls in my hair starts to frizz, the make up on my face begins to run as the tears stream down my cheeks. Why me? Why is this happening to him? He told me everything is going to be okay... I turn to find Mr. Rodgers at the kitchen table trying to comfort his wife as she rereads the letter. She continues to bawl. She looks up at me,...