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The Change: Part 6

“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice taunted.   I couldn’t quite place whose voice it was, but it pulled me out of my unconsciousness. Immediately, I regretted opening my eyes as Declan stared down at me. The dull ache throughout... Continue Reading →

Ice Queen: Part 2

After putting on her pajamas, Melanie went to the kitchen to grab her wine from the fridge, and poured herself a glass. She sat at one of the stools at the isle that separated her living room from the kitchen.... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 5

I’m not certain as to how long I was out, but when I woke the surroundings were unfamiliar. Once my vision cleared, I was able to make out the room that I was in. The bed I laid in was... Continue Reading →

A Bad Heart: Part 6

Once dressed I took out the trash hoping the garbage pick up would be today, and hoped that I could act like I have not killed multiple people in front of my parents. But I still had plenty of time... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 4

His long black locks were held in a ponytail at the base of his neck, his Armani suit looked freshly pressed as he stood there looking up at me with stormy eyes. To the human eye, it would look like... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 3

I woke with a startle, and checked my phone to find that it’s now three in the afternoon. In the dream, after I was attacked everything went black, and although I had that nightmare I still feel well rested. I... Continue Reading →

Cave of Wonders: Final Part

With a huff, I turned to enter the cave, but not before catching a glimpse of a hare brustling about in the bushes. Sara was already ahead of me in the cave, so I crouched low and slow as to... Continue Reading →

A Bad Heart: Part 5

Evidence of the previous night played out right in front of me. I remember going to bed early after crying over Gloria’s death. It wore me out. Not too long after I had gone to sleep, the camera on my... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 2

There were visions of bodies being mutilated and torn apart while the howls of a wolf echoed through the sullen night. Scattered body parts of men, women, and children were splayed out in front of me as I started drowning... Continue Reading →

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