“Do you believe in ghosts?
Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges. “You’ve come, child.” “Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.” “You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I…
Wee, I laugh as I soar across the sky. This is fun, much more fun than being a human. Wee…
“There’s got to be a way to stop this wretched winter!” Jezebel, the eldest of the witch sisters, said, slamming shut the thick book on her lap.
Do you believe in karma? If you do, you will know better than forcing me out of my home of 50 years. All because of what? To build your subdivision? If you think you can offer me money to appease what you’ve done, you’ve got another thing coming. I am going to make this land…
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
Dear Diary, Strange things had happened since I last written. I was running for my life after landing on the accused list of witches. Me! Of all people. Angry men with torches came after me, wanting me dead and as it started raining, I sought shelter. Once inside, I prayed, prayed this whole thing would stop…
“I cannot believe this place is still here. I came here all the time when I was a kid.” Sara gasps as she and her husband walks into the umbrella-theme restaurant.
She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.”
Palms-flat pressing on the tabletop, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, teeth clenching, she glanced up at the full-moon.
As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window.
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
“Catch me if you can.” Kristy smiled.
The witch laughed, “Are you afraid of me?” He stared at her with a blank look. She took a sip of wine from her glass, “No need to be afraid.” She said. “Unless you betray me, there’s nothing to be afraid. Come here, I’m not going to bite.” She patted the seat next to her…
A bloodcurdling scream broke the morning silence as a jogger discovered the beheaded body of Joshua Soup. “What’s wrong?”
“Amber, what did you do?” Michael said, out of breath.
Every midsummer night, when the veil between the living and the dead is thin, ghost fanatics would visit this collapsed cave, all hoping to catch a glimpse of a girl drawing on the wall like she had been drawing on these walls her whole life.
He climbed to the top of the hill and leaned against the tree. He tore his shirt open as an attempt to stop the fiery pain in his chest.
“We can’t be together,” Cami whined in frustration, “Now stop the car and let me go.”
Note: This story features the character from this story. Kyle shut his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his mind to rest. It had been a long day and week.
“…and this old cart remains here even to-date.” The guide said as he led us away from the cart.
How in the world did I get from sitting around the campfire sharing moments with my dad to this, running for my life while my dad’s been possessed? I don’t even know if “possessed” is the right word.
“Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it’s in my basement…let me go upstairs and check. – M.C. Escher