In Between

By Greg Wilburn

Four year old Stacy Ludley just got her first imaginary friend. Or so she thinks. Feeling disregarded by her parents who have sold her best friend and stuffed walrus, Mr. Tusky, at their garage sale, she can do nothing but latch onto her new friend Sophie. But is this new friend she's found in the secret room of the house truly something in her head, or an embodiment of something more sinister?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Greg Wilburn
• Release date: Jan 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310309007

Greg Wilburn

What is most important about writing is the art of storytelling. I hope that my writing does what a great story should do: make you feel, think, and see something so vividly that it impacts your interactions with the world around you after you've read it. That's because writing is a world all of its own. I write horror, flash fiction, and literary stories that take what we see--even what we want to see--and make it something entirely different. What is most important to this kind of experience is that you leave it saying, "Yep. That was it. And now my world is made anew."I am a writer living in San Dimas, California, and I know that the stories I bring to Smashwords are worth the small contribution I ask. If not, tell me; I want to be a better writer, and I can't do it without feedback. Tell me your thoughts, and show me your stories. Let's share what our imaginations hold together.

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In Between

By Greg Wilburn

Copyright 2015 Greg Wilburn

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IN BETWEEN

When Stacy Ludley was a child—age four years, two months, one week, five days, twelve hours, seventeen minutes, and fifty-two seconds to be exact—her imaginary friend Sophie was born. Or at least she thought she brought Sophie into being. As Stacy cried there in the disjointed foot and a half space separating the front and back of the house, letting her mother and father cry frantically after her, she thought she heard a small giggle in that dark space.

Then she wept bitterly as fear took hold and also because she still hadn’t found a way to escape. But no one could hear her behind the thick wooden doors of the house. She’d been trapped there for an exceedingly long amount of time—for a four year old to endure—and she had given up all hope of being rescued.