(630 words) A lump caught in Jessica's throat. She would be one of them now. One of THOSE people...
(470 words) Ellie sits still, engulfed in blackness. She breathes in slowly through her nose and exhales heavily through her lips, until she becomes rather weightless. She's ready.
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.
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.
"Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?" Rain asked.
I've had the privilege of having a poem and a drabble published in The Sirens Call eZine Issue #41 - Halloween Screams and Other Dark Things, available for free download today!