Tag: Short Story
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My Beautiful Son: A tale of horror (PART ONE)
I don’t remember the night I fell pregnant, at least in any firm way. Memory has allowed me some vague impressions of the haze and heat of the nightclub, but mostly I remember how my heart’s drumming was in time with the music. I let my body flow and melt into the drunken, whirling rhythm.…
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MARKED: A story inspired by the spell, Hunter’s Mark
My death starts and ends with a searing circle of pain. The hunter sighted me long before my senses oriented me to where she hid. Her form was a mystery to me as there were too many smells, too many new sights in the forest for me to focus on. We had chosen this clearing…
