Kindra I remember it as a dream. Colors. They flowed so brightly and brilliantly before my eyes. Shades of green washed over my face like a fresh summer day, purples that tasted of grape, or a musical note, wild and convulsed with black and white. “Gifted, that’s what you are,” Moma said once. “It’s like … More Interconnect
Clara rushed through the forest, the branches scraping her face and hands. She couldn’t see what was in hot pursuit but could hear it chasing her. The soft, grumbling sound crept closer and closer. Clara gasped for breath and retreated behind a tree as its presence reached her vicinity. The soft grumbling sounds disturbed the … More Short Horror Tales: The Pink Animals
She died 3 years ago. It was a rather dramatic way to go by all accounts. A car accident caused by a drunk driver, and it was an instant death. It was instantaneous and painless, according to the coroner. I didn’t believe him. Everyone feels it for one second or two. There’s no way she … More Short Horror Tales: The Accused
The boxes fell into a pile, raising a pile of dust. Parker cursed and bent down to pick them up, frustrated at his small size. He was only 4 feet 11 inches, which made carrying anything more challenging. Parker hadn’t even wanted to move here, but the job offer lured him. The opportunity was too … More Short Horror Tales: The Wayward House
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