“Play with me,” she says, her laughter echoing. She leans back, halfway out the open window, cotton tendrils hanging from her pallid form. Her hand slips. Gone. A chill runs down my spine. I rush over to see. Press my hands against the window…
Withered in waiting, I drifted off, like autumn foliage descending into oblivion. I’d spun thrills in thinking I had it firmly in my grasp, precisely that which I sought. But it stood defiantly unknown, melting as it touched my flesh. Shimmering through amber lights,…
Beaming across the blackness of the galaxy, a glint in her eye announces the approaching great huntress. Cowering fledglings attempt to obscure themselves into nothingness, sorely ill-equipped to contend. They hope she’ll be quick, and the pain be softened by the warmth of fresh…
You can’t get there from here. From the three birds rock, you need to follow the trail that meanders around the south end and loops past the mandrake. When you see the snowy peaks, follow the rivulets upstream until they merge with the trail…
Jolene stares into the pulsating black and white pattern on the wall. Her eyes fall heavy as it morphs into a glassy liquid portal between two sycamore trees. A hand reaches through, motioning for her to enter. She can almost make out a form…
The icy wind stabs at my bare skin and cuts through my jacket, dulling my senses. A shiver runs down my spine, and I blink, attempting to see out across the clearing. Stubborn yellowed stalks stand firm, skeletons of days gone by banding together…
Pappy used to sit there. When he was reading a newspaper, I wanted him to read The BFG. “Just a minute,” he said. Now it’s empty and Momma says she’s planning to bring new light to the room, whatever that means. I think it’s…
“What is it?” Lara asked. Elliot rubbed his chin. “I’ve never seen the likes of it, seems to have a consciousness.” “Consciousness? Is that how these strange events, well, ever since its arrival…” but Lara trailed off. “Precisely. It feels, looks, and behaves like…
There’s a new one out here. We’ve seen him before, maybe his kind at least. I don’t know what the point is, why they come here. The adventure, perhaps. Maybe it’s the raw grittiness. They’re like freshly cut grass, perfectly poised and groomed. Never…
The warm water flowed over my naked body and swirled down the drain. A spider scurried up my leg evading the whirlpool. “Get him off!” I swiped and he landed over on the wall, plastered with wet stickiness. I began to relax again keeping…
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