It’s 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
(Based on Grimms’ Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.
(A re-imagining of Grimm’s Rapunzel) It began with a peculiar blossom. The winter had been long and frigid and barren, but for a tiny blossoming plant outside her window.
“You have to keep up with the times,” his father’s voice whispered uninvitedly in his ear.
“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked.
A dark, but hilarious, story that I wrote as a 10-yr old kid – Trick-or-treating, kidnapping, and a big rescue (kind of…)
The door took a long time to be opened. I could hear the click and clank and clunk of each deadbolt on the other side. One by one, they released.
As Halloween season comes to an end (tear!), the silver lining is that write-a-novel month comes to a start.
The knife was efficient; serrated on both sides. She liked the way it felt in her hand.