Liz Zemlicka

Category: writing

  • Mile Marker 117 – Part 4:

    Mile Marker 117 – Part 4:

    The narrator grapples with the aftermath of a mysterious crash, finding their truck damaged and their memory hazy. After receiving a chilling phone call from an unknown voice, they discover a map indicating a troubling pattern linked to Mile Marker 117. As unsettling signs suggest they are not alone, eerie warnings intensify the suspense.

  • Mile Marker 117 Part 3

    Mile Marker 117 Part 3

    A chilling encounter on an empty highway, where a photograph reveals a shocking truth about a fateful accident.

  • Grief Doesn’t Keep a Calendar

    Grief Doesn’t Keep a Calendar

    Grief is a complex and deeply personal journey, one that doesn’t have a set timeline. It’s a reminder that love, even in its most profound forms, doesn’t always disappear, but rather transforms into something new and enduring.

  • Mile Marker 117 – Part 2: “The Voice on the Radio”

    Mile Marker 117 – Part 2: “The Voice on the Radio”

    A mysterious encounter on the highway leaves the driver questioning reality. A faded Polaroid reveals a chilling truth: the woman seen in the rearview mirror is the driver’s future self.

  • MILE MARKER 117

    MILE MARKER 117

    The investigation centers on the mysterious disappearance of truck driver Daniel Mercer near Mile Marker 117, where similar incidents have occurred over forty years. Despite no physical evidence, multiple witnesses have recalled a farmhouse that isn’t documented. Seeking answers, the narrator plans to explore this enigmatic location, questioning the nature of the disappearances.

  • Journal Entry #4: It’s Too Late

    Journal Entry #4: It’s Too Late

    I Should Have Listened Am I losing my mind? A flash of lightning split the sky. For an instant, the street appeared again. And something was standing at the far end of it. I blinked. Darkness swallowed everything. Another flash. The figure was closer. My breath caught. It hadn’t moved. It couldn’t have. There hadn’t…

  • Journal Entry #3: Unknown Caller

    Journal Entry #3: Unknown Caller

    Don’t answer the phone I pressed the phone to my ear. For a moment, all I heard was static. A low hiss. The sound of rain. Then breathing. My blood turned to ice. Because it sounded exactly like mine. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. The darkness around me felt suddenly enormous, as if the walls…

  • I Found A Journal Written by Future Me: Part 2 at 11:14 PM

    I Found A Journal Written by Future Me: Part 2 at 11:14 PM

    Don’t Answer The Phone The lightning vanished. Darkness swallowed the street again. I stumbled backward so fast my shoulder slammed into the kitchen counter, sending my coffee mug crashing onto the floor. Ceramic exploded across the tile. But I barely heard it. Because my eyes were still locked on the window. Waiting for another flash.…

  • I Found a Journal Written by Future Me.

    I Found a Journal Written by Future Me.

    Future me was trying to warn me. The journal was sitting on my kitchen table when I got home from work. At first, I thought someone had broken into my apartment. I froze in the doorway, staring at the black leather notebook resting beside my coffee mug like it belonged there. The apartment was silent…

  • The Week That Wouldn’t End

    The Week That Wouldn’t End

    About halfway to work, traffic slowed to a crawl. Red brake lights stretched endlessly ahead of me, glowing through the gray drizzle like a trail of warning lights. The radio announcer mentioned a major accident up ahead, but by then there was nowhere to turn around. As I inched forward between police cruisers and ambulances,…