• ewelina r commented on the post, lord 4 years, 4 months ago

    He was the lord of Worthington Manor, purse-lipped and sharp-eyed with a tired pair of bent shoulders and bones that cracked while he walked.

    “What a beautiful day for a stroll,” said the ghost of his wife, who still walked among the grounds there.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, stir 4 years, 5 months ago

    The wind stirred, and the town began to wake. What a beautiful day, said a child with her matches close at hand, and the ashes of the neighbor’s house swished at her little feet.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, living 4 years, 5 months ago

    Something small — something every small town has, you said. You said this coolly, collectedly, and I shuddered in the cellar with tears in my eyes while you ventured out the door to protect us.

    I heard the zombie tear you apart, and I fell on my knees and cried.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, patient 4 years, 5 months ago

    The patient was quiet now. Sedated. Drowned out with Haldol until she became nothing but a puddle of drool. What a life, one tech said, how sad. The other didn’t care.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, determined 4 years, 5 months ago

    The horror of it was — as he lied there pale and not breathing — she determined the body was still (somehow) alive.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, presented 4 years, 5 months ago

    She presented herself as fatigued and mousy with her tired eyes and somnolent slouch. But in the end, she died a heroine in the midst of a waking dream.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, methods 4 years, 5 months ago

    Her methods were dangerous:

    She hitch hiked to every city to elude the ghosts at her heels, but the world caved in every time. She cleaned up each scene with enough money to travel out of the country — but it didn’t help. All she could think about was that night and how it changed her life forever.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, broadcast 4 years, 5 months ago

    the broadcast on the infection played in an infinite loop. reminiscent of a scifi-drama with will smith, one lone man stood on the docks of manhattan.

    “Why?” he begged the sky, down on his knees “Why did this happen?”

    and the sky did not reply, but the sea swallowed him whole.

    “Because you asked the wrong questions.”

  • ewelina r commented on the post, July 4 years, 5 months ago

    there was something thick in july air. in summer storms.
    it was a heavy night, and all she could think about was hopping a train. getting out of there. she only wept in thunder, you see. to rival the rain.

    maybe she should leave to california, she thought
    where the clouds would never cry.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, object 4 years, 5 months ago

    She never knew what it was like
    not to be an object.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, cook 4 years, 5 months ago

    She was a cook at a high-end restaurant in New York City. Long hours, little appreciation. She was bitter, but sometimes she would get small pleasures in having customers for dinner.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, himself 4 years, 5 months ago

    He never knew himself. He raged before the mirror at the stranger brushing his teeth or the stranger shaving — there was no one in that mirror he recognized.

    One night, he put his toothbrush down and looked into the reflection’s eyes.

    “State what you want.”

    “You,” and the reflection pulled him in.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, rise 4 years, 6 months ago

    She rose from the dead like a snake, and we watched in horror and awe as baphomet bled red and she came towards us with a fierce anger in her eyes.

    “Who disturbed me?” she asked, and the roaring of the fire was silenced.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, past 4 years, 6 months ago

    She lives in the past, bent-backed and bruised.
    “The world weighs on me,” she said. “It always has.”
    She is made of death and tragedies and holds herself so nervously in the presence of company.
    “I am scared of who I was.”

  • ewelina r commented on the post, under 4 years, 6 months ago

    She thought of the world under the bed. How interesting that monsters should live there! She shivered and shuddered as she lowered herself to the floor. but saw nothing.

    Disappointed, she began to get up but was dragged under by clawed hands.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, local 4 years, 6 months ago

    “It was a local restaurant and nothing special, but it was popular amongst the townspeople,” she started out. Everyone was already bored.

    “It ends with the townspeople in pies, doesn’t it? Like Sweeney Todd?”

    “No,” she said with a knife behind her back, “It ends with you.”

  • ewelina r commented on the post, soon 4 years, 6 months ago

    “Soon,” said the message on her door — written in the blood of birds. She shrieked and wept, not realizing the threat was a message from herself.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, library 4 years, 6 months ago

    They found him dead in the library, paled with a terrified look in his gaping eyes. A grimoire lay close to him amidst the eerie silence of sleeping books.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, square 4 years, 6 months ago

    It lived in a square black box, all taped up and sealed.
    “A monster,” one of the Uniforms said. He was jailed and promptly executed.
    “Yes, a monster.” They thought, but they knew it would be opened soon.

  • ewelina r commented on the post, received 4 years, 6 months ago

    She received the package in a black box on Wednesday. She couldn’t understand who could’ve sent it or why, but she felt a deep anxiety over it. She unwrapped the red ribbon and lifted the lid to see a dozen dead flowers, rotted and sad. Who could’ve sent this?

    She died Friday under mysterious circumstances.