It was so strange, she thought, that the villains in fairy tales were all ugly old women or wolves that could talk. After all, Daddy wasn't either of those things. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
(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.
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly...
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.