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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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 01.04.2013 @ 6:34 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.15.2012 @ 1:59 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.14.2012 @ 6:27 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.14.2012 @ 5:25 am


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

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.12.2012 @ 1:18 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.10.2012 @ 1:48 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.10.2012 @ 7:54 am


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.”

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.08.2012 @ 7:17 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.07.2012 @ 3:45 pm


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

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.03.2012 @ 7:12 am


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 12.01.2012 @ 3:48 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 11.30.2012 @ 6:27 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 11.29.2012 @ 8:04 pm


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.”

» Posted By ewelina r On 11.28.2012 @ 9:24 pm


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.

» Posted By ewelina r On 11.27.2012 @ 1:06 pm

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