Dark and Stormy Night A violent storm raged outside for the third night in a row. The trees were whipping back and forth ravaged by the gale, and the moon peeked through the clouds for mere moments before being whisked away from sight once more behind leaden clouds. Wren wrenched the curtains tight against theContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 1”
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Spook-tober 2025: Day 1
Dark and Stormy Night Leo Driver “It was a Dark and Stormy Night… Ah, phoey! I don’t know what to do with that! It’s so cliche! I need somethibg better than the most overused line in the history of writing, I really do! But, what COULD I do? Rewrite it to sound better? Edgier? UGH!Continue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 1”
Spook-tober 2024
Day 20 “And why would I do that?” The voice asked. “I’m not as foolish as you!” “No, you’re a coward!” I snapped. “If you weren’t you’d come face me—stop making veiled threats.” The chuckle was sinister this time. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” I shook my head—reassured by cold steel in my hand.Continue reading “Spook-tober 2024”
25 Days of Terror
Day 12 Harmless It was a bright, sunny day and she found herself in an equally cheery mood. There was a light spring in her step as she walked through the park. She expected to see others out and about enjoying the beautiful weather, but the park was completely deserted. It was odd, but sheContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day 11 Next Morning She said she’d stay, but by the light of day, the bed is cold, all traces gone. Had it been a dream, Were those words, nothing but a fantasy, a lovely night imagined? No, it couldn’t be, She was real, Beauty and such perfection, yet she is gone. The feel ofContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day 9 Possession A soul to take Not freely given Choice I make The task driven To be mine A new direction Will be fine Upon close inspection No one’ll see Under my spell You are me Please don’t tell
25 Days of Terror
Day #8, Nightmare – by Amber Averay The two boys – mid-teens – stood on the beach by the waterline, one knocking back a can of beer, the other drawing deeply on a cigarette. This time of year was stupid, their parents dragging them down here for the annual ‘fishing and catch-up’ get-together. The onlyContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
