​Getting Back To It

From the age of 12-18 I used to write everyday, (mainly poetry but first started with short stories) and then I got writers block and a serious case of thinking “What if I’m not good at it anymore.” Anyway I’m 27 and getting back into it. All critiques welcome. For context this will be a horror short based on some friends from elementary school and a local park we frequented.

Some days we would play despite all of our fingers going numb and burning from frigid cold. Others were filled with water balloon fights, wrestling, burning whatever we could, or simply watching early YouTube videos on Val’s laptop. All done at the park in the center of the apartment complex. Like most complexes in the area the exterior was a gray-beige, with two levels. And whether it be through fate or other means, we were there at the right time. For us… and the boarded up tube slide we should have never uncovered.