It was September when we first met. I walked in from the cold wind, the apples of my cheeks cherry red. I took in the place and when my eyes found you, I could not look away.
All in Short story
Under the Branches
The weather is getting colder and the days darker as winter falls upon us. Why not let Sandra guide you under the branches and through the snow in her peaceful short story, while you’re actually in the comfort of your own home?
Do you hear that?
Happy Halloween, dear readers! Here’s a story to get you in the mood for this spooky holiday. Read on for a chilling experience - if you dare.
Who doesn’t both love and hate those long villain rants in movies where they explain their whole evil plan to the hero as well as their backstory? Here’s one with surprise twists and turns!
The Creature is Me
“It was quiet, as usual. Even my own breathing seemed to have disappeared. At least that would have been what another soul would have thought, had they laid here next to me.”
The Witch Hunter
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”
Walls need friends too
“Life was quite lonely at first as a wall. Sure, I was accompanied by the specks of dust that hung tightly onto the little mishaps in the paint job, but it wasn't much. They never said anything to me, only focused on tightly holding onto me so that they wouldn't fall down to the floor. I can't quite tell how long I lived like this, nor do I really want to remember it in the first place. You know how awfully lonely being lonely can get, don't you?”