The Creature At Night
At 9 P.M., I take the wood chair in the bedroom and lodge its back beneath the door handle that does not lock. My third try is strongest, where the door cannot open and will not budge. I do not believe anyone will attempt to enter, not now that…
Massani’s Backstory
Savannah plains reflected the heat off the earth, caught the light breeze as it whispered through the thick grasses, and wove scents of dust, sweat, boiling stew, and the crackling smoke of the encampment’s fire.
Celebrating Dreams
Every day this week, my dreams have been smiling at me. Swirling within my mind, cupping my cheeks, beaming at the steps I’ve made. It isn’t often I wake up with a smile dancing upon my lips, with a lightness settling across my bones, lifting them to the clouds. A…
Project ROT: Snippet 2
Rotagǫll stood, chest heaving against the heavy fur pelts she wore, boots sinking into the sand.
Project ROT: Snippet
A hearth full of crackling wood nestled itself in the right and left wall, both ablaze, both spilling their warmth across the bodies that lay bleeding.