Becky Allred
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Stories (9/0)
Road In Snow
In the heart of Wisconsin's serene winter wonderland, the Hall residence concealed more than warmth and family gatherings. Mrs. Hall, the embodiment of mid-western hospitality, skillfully stirred a pot of simmering stew while sharing her strange encounter with Griffith. The scientist's presence was as mysterious as the snowy landscape outside their windows.
By Becky Allred3 months ago in Fiction
Buy One Murder For The Price Of Two
'Twas the Saturday before Christmas when throughout the gym not a creature was stirring, not even brother Smith who was dead as a mouse who got into the arsenic coated candy canes Santa had left behind in the children’s stockings. Drifting deflated balloons which had lost their spirit as lifeless as the dead body clung to the floor slightly drifting back and forth with the air from the vents like wandering drunks searching for their next throw back. Too bad brother Smith threw back some of those candy canes or he’d be at home right now. Party’s over, dude.
By Becky Allred5 months ago in Criminal
The Dilemma Of Morality
I couldn’t see it then, but looking back I can see the exact moment things started to go downhill for me. For most people, it wouldn’t seem like much. It wasn’t a monumental moment, like getting kicked out of the house or going on a spending spree that robbed me of all my spare change. It was something that created a shift inside me. A habit that was hard to kick. A release of my own free will and giving it up to something else.
By Becky Allred5 months ago in Confessions
The Monk Who Traveled Far
An Irish monk by the name of O’Malley sank his foot into the deep African sand as he trudged along in the searing heat on his way to teach the people of a remote village. His unruly wispy hair was like fire and his eyes were as green as a three-leaf cover. St. Patrick had converted him to Christianity by explaining the Godhead with a three-leaf clover. It was all well and good until he found himself in the middle of nowhere parched of thirst and wishing for the beautiful, lush green mountainsides of his homeland.
By Becky Allred5 months ago in Fiction