Calamity Bert Novels & Stories

“There’s just me in the house. I don’t use enough electricity to cause any issues. I think some kid must’ve been playing with fireworks nearby. The weather’s been dry—it probably sparked something.” That seemed plausible. Bert lived in a rundown part of town where local stores often illegally sold fireworks to kids. There had already been a few incidents involving fireworks causing injuries. Emily took a damp cloth and wiped Bert’s face. His arm had been cleaned by the nurse, showing a red burn, but it didn’t seem too severe. “Bert, are you hurt anywhere else?” “Nah, I’m fine. The house is so old. The wood beams are rotting, and when the fire started, they started falling down. One almost hi

Carol continued, her tone surprisingly authoritative. Marybeth closed her eyes and silently cursed the day she made the trip to The Flats. If only she'd listened to Scarlett that day and stayed the fuck away from The Flats, she would never have gotten entangled with Carol and her crazy ass husband. But it was a little too late now to cry over spilt milk. So despite the devil on her shoulder screaming at her to keep walking and pretend she never heard Carol's threats, Marybeth found herself spinning around to face what was quickly turning out to be her worst nightmare.

she demanded, holding out her hand. Bert just shook his head. “I’ll carry it.” “Give it to me!” She tried to grab it, but he lifted it out of her reach. Since she only reached his chest, she had to jump a little to try and snatch it back. “What’s wrong with you?!” she snapped. Bert just smirked and leaned down slightly, bringing his face closer to hers. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively moved her head back. “Nope. I’m walking you home.”

“A-Are you alright, Ma’am?” Suddenly, a tear fell from her left eye. I stopped what I’m doing and face her. I caressed her back. “It’s okay, Ma’am. You can tell me.” She smiled. “I’m sorry about that. I just remember something. Becca,” she looked at me and grabbed my hand, and pinched it. “I just want you to know that I don’t want you to regret something. It’s okay if you can’t find you’re the one. It’s fine if you’re not interested in it. But if you feel something strange inside. That something is growing deep within—”