Date Night

By Cachline Etienne

What would you do for the perfect date? How far would you go?
Date night contains two flash fiction horror stories that will take you to the horrifying depths of deranged minds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cachline Etienne
• Release date: Oct 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463759707

Cachline Etienne

Cachline Etienne is an Author, Poet and Artist born in the Bahamas. Her first book, a series of poems titled Stories Untold was published early 2018. To-date, Cachline is the author of eight published books. She writes in multiple genres, however her main/go-to genre is young adult fiction. Other notable genres are poetry and most recently, romance. Cachline's romance works are and will continue to be published under the pen name C. Etienne.​When asked, Cachline expresses that she writes to draw awareness and that her stories are not always tales of happiness. At any giving chance, Cachline advocates for love and equality. In her spare, Cachline prefers to read, write and paint. It is through reading; she discovered her love for Writing. Currently, Cachline Etienne is a Psychology major at the University of Bahamas. After university, Cachline plans to continue writing throughout her career.

Book preview

The Perfect Date

That night, I was going on a date. It was the first time in years, and I didn’t know how to feel. Obviously, I was a little excited, but then again, it was a lot of work. I couldn’t help but get that nudging feeling that it would not work. I didn’t know if all the effort was worth it.

As I thought about outfit combinations, I swung around to check my phone. The chair squealed and groaned under my weight. I instantly lowered my head. I wasn’t that big; I was sure of it. These chairs were just old. In fact, they no longer felt soft. A subtle reminder of the company’s dire state.

Custom bookbinding in the time of machines was simply not lucrative. Other companies were cheaper and faster. We simply weren’t in demand, yet the company persisted.

When I finally glanced at my phone, I was happy to note that there was sufficient time to complete my tasks.

I’d captured a moving dot in my peripheral and immediately froze. My chest heaved as I held my breath. My eyes narrowed and sure enough, it was a roach. The itching started immediately. I hated the office, and I most certainly hated bugs.