Every shot was like the branch of a metal tree snapping.
Part VIII That should have ended it. I’d never found her in the dreams, after all. This was the resolution that I’d been pushed to since I was about the age she was. Or had been. Who knows what tense to use when you’re dealing with ghosts? If she was a ghost. She was solid,…
I started down the mountain with my prize.
I began to scream.
Originally posted on WILLIAM MEIKLE:
I’m Willie, I’m a Scotsman, and I like horror fiction. A lot of my work, long and short form, has been set in Scotland, and a lot of it uses the history and folklore. There’s just something about the misty landscapes and old buildings that speaks straight to my soul.…
It was almost over.
They found the bike propped up against the wall, but Allison was gone.
Even though I knew what would happen… I still had to try.
A warm rush along my leg as my bladder let go.
…the flow ended with a painful death.
Originally posted on warrior princess bride:
I held the blade to my husband’s throat, watching as his olive-green eyes drifted closed. ‘Hurry up, Ingrid,’ he said. ‘I’m going to be late.’ ‘Yes, Richard.’ I scraped the white foam from his square jaw. ‘Where’s my suit?’ ‘It’s laid out on the bed,’ I replied, smoothing the…