Tag: horror
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Lit Up
She sank onto the steps. They were cold and wet, but she didn’t care. The silence around her felt strange. The city should have been buzzing with life this shortly before Christmas. Though the sky was pitch black, it was only late afternoon. She shook the thoughts away. She knew life was still there. She […]
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Grain of Salt
She took a gulp of coffee, when her phone beeped. Her mum had hung up on her again. She couldn’t believe it. Her finger tapped the call button again. The sudden jingle made her jump. Hot coffee burned her hand as it spilled out of her mug. “Mum?” she asked, her eyes jumping back and […]
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The Visitor
The jingle of the door made her look up, but no one was there. She shrugged and reached for her book again. Perhaps it was just the wind. She pulled her legs up on the chair into a fetal position. Late nights were the worst, yet she needed the money. There was another jingle. Again, […]
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Anniversary
A smile tugged at her lips as she took a step closer. “This is adorable,” she said, her voice hushed. It was their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t thought he’d even remember. She took another step closer, the field of flowers spreading out in front of her. It was one of a kind. “Just for you,” […]
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When Night Falls
She was walking down the street, whistling to herself. Night had fallen quickly, but she was almost home. She threw her head back and stared at the sky. Stars were sprinkled across it randomly, but it was as though a thousand eyes were watching her, smiling down at her. She smiled back. She turned off […]
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The Writing Group
He turned on the lights and squinted in surprise. Cob webs covered the place from head to toe, but the light bulbs must have been replaced recently. He shivered. This was where they were meeting? He could only imagine: Dark writers had a strange fondness of odd places. Carefully, he worked his way inside, making […]
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Through the Puddle
The bench he decided to sit on was wet with rain, but he didn’t really care. It had stopped raining an hour ago, but even that didn’t really register with him. He felt totally isolated, as though cut off from the world. Staring at the puddles on the ground, he felt the world keep spinning […]
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Forgiveness
I watched the hand curl around the door, the long fingernails digging into the wood. In the shadowy moonlight, I could see the knuckles turning white. The door creaked. It was standing half ajar, but I was sitting in the dark, hidden away from the outside. All I could see was the door. The door […]
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 