EVELYN DIEDZ ….. …. … .. . I refuse to cower. Even though I’m afraid. I try to steel myself. Even though I’m not ready…
a novel of horror by Dee Emm Elms
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 … and, oh, how I want to sleep … always want to sleep … always tired, always hoping I can stop … but…
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 There’s fire everywhere. And I really do mean everywhere. All around. Covering Rick, me; even the sand beneath us is burning, and all the dunes…
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…
EMMETT BEERY Emmett landed right on Hilda’s arm – the one holding onto the knife, as he’d intended. He’d jumped down from the trees above,…
RICK BOYLE RICK BOYLE Rick didn’t like cops. Really didn’t like them. Didn’t trust them. Didn’t want to be around them, even. Whatever was going on with them…