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.
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.
(630 words) A lump caught in Jessica's throat. She would be one of them now. One of THOSE people...
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly...