I never thought this is how I would die. I know. What a way to start a story, right? But it’s true; I never would have guessed my life would end this way. I thought maybe I would die of old age, or perhaps I would die in a car accident or, heck, maybe I …
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Crazy Ex: Finale
“Son, I was askin’ you how you know this young lady?” His voice was gravelly, but it comforted me just a bit. “She was… uh… she is my girlfriend—” I trailed off at that last word. Was she? Or was she keeping secrets from me. I wasn’t mad, just worried about her. I had no …
I Remember: Finale
I looked through my social media impatiently. It had been days since I last dreamed about the shed or the murders, and I had begun to think that they really had just been all made up in my head. I wanted nothing more than to understand why I was being shown Rebecca Sinclair’s life. She …
I Remember: Part Four
Pretty little thing, hidden away from the world. Buried so deep, no one will ever find her! There was that song again. So familiar. As with the last time, I felt a fluttering in my stomach. I am probably nervous about being back in this shed, I thought. As I entered the dream, I felt …
I Remember: Part Three
“Okay Bri, you have to tell me what happened! It must have been awful… are you okay? What was so bad that you had to vomit like that?” Sarah sat me down on my couch and tried to comfort me. “Awful is the understatement of the century.” Feeling nauseous and weak, I told Sarah the …
I Remember: Part Two
Of course. The library is every bit as horrible as I remember it being. I sat, sulking and leaning against the back of a creaky old chair. I felt suffocated; everything looked like it was covered in years of dust, and in my mind, I was breathing all of that in. It was dead silent …
I Remember: Part One
This will be another mini-series. It is based on a dream I had years ago. I hope you enjoy 😉
The Warning
Mikayla stood at the mirror washing her hands. She sang a song quietly as she did so, trying her hardest to avoid going back to tutorials. She was only 9 years old, but already she had a rebellious streak and she hated school. It showed in her school work, which is why she was in …
Hotel: Part 2
I awoke, drenched in sweat, though it was cold in the room. I was on the floor of the kitchen, in the same spot where the man had approached me. Sam was standing over me, concern darkening his face. I jumped and grabbed at him, frantically questioning where he had gone. He looked at me …
Devi Ramirez 