(895 words) Juliette’s eyes spring open in a panic. The vein along her neck throbs, pumping the blood hard and fast. A firework of pain explodes inside of her mind and her spine wrenches, thrusting her chest towards the sky.
Imogen rolled the crochet hook between her thumb and forefinger, chewing the inside of her cheek. Her grandmother’s stitches were so precise, so intentional; she couldn’t help but worry her clumsy fingers would ruin them.
Weeping Willow, cry!
No more. The wolves will keep you…
In good company.
Hi All! I am re-posting two of my own Halloween-themed stories below. The first one, Jack, is from last year, and the second is Little Monster, from this year. I hope you enjoy them (again). Jack “Step 1: Dissect” Mary moved the instructions out of her way and set to work. The knife was efficient;…
Beneath her fingers, Percie felt the spine of her book crack and peel. She wondered how many times she had read it, but the only sufficient answer she could arrive at was ‘not enough.’ Outside, a quiet night symphony was building. A light howl in the wind whispered desires through the air and crackled the crisp autumn leaves that dangled carelessly from branches, plotting their winter descent.
(815 words) ‘Tis the season to be spooky!
(100 words) There are things that go bump in the night. They don’t live under our beds or in our closets. They live inside of us.
(475 words) – I’m rifling through my shrinking sac of supplies, listening to the fire pop and crackle behind me. Then I hear it. A crackle, sure, but not of the ember variety… someone is behind me.
Love me like it hurts
It’s not right, it’s not fair; but —
Your love is my air
To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills — as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.