Hilda Leek Admissions. They let you, but they’re also something that we often feel makes us look weak to some people. They can be very…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
Hilda Leek Admissions. They let you, but they’re also something that we often feel makes us look weak to some people. They can be very…
Hilda Leek But to get to the fire — that would take time. And at that moment, my top priority — or, rather, my immediate…
Hilda Leek The light changes. Is there really light in this place? The thing I call light, then. Is it time? Am I looking at…
EVELYN DIEDZ ….. …. … .. . I refuse to cower. Even though I’m afraid. I try to steel myself. Even though I’m not ready…
EVELYN DIEDZ Every part of my mind revolts against the hair in my mouth. I close my lips as much as I can. But he’s…
EVELYN DIEDZ I’m sick. More — sickened. Both at once. And sick in the sense of illness and in being a terrible person. I’m –…
EVELYN DIEDZ Falling upward, I’m pushing back — as I’m forced deeper into the grey hollowness. There’s no sign of Rick or Cameron, now. Memories…
EVELYN DIEDZ Rick’s bleeding hand grasps at my bleeding wrist. I have about half a second to watch as Rick’s bloody fingers cut through Cameron’s…
HILDA LEEK “Praise Bellbrun!” I cry. I mean it more now than I ever have before. This inhabitance will be the last, I know, and…
MICKEY LADDOW Mickey stuffed the cell phone into his pocket. He’d bought it at Sweet’s Drugs and had paid cash for it. Of course, Mr.…