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Halloween Hijinks or Hell

Toby stepped out of his cruiser and put on the hat the Sheriff’s Department made him wear. For once he was glad to have it. It would hide his eyes from Marissa. “What the hell,” Marissa said. She was startled awake from the sound of pounding at the door mixed with the incessant ringing of the [...]

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Ruth’s diary is the new novel by Fiona Robyn, called Thaw. She has decided to blog the novel in its entirety over the next few months, so you can read it for free.   Ruth’s first entry is below, and you can continue reading tomorrow at http://read-thaw.blogspot.com.   *   These hands are ninety-three years [...]

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Christmas Memories

Marci pulled out the plastic bin from underneath the splintering shelves in her storage unit and wiped a year’s worth of dust from its top. She drew in a sharp breath of mold and mildew as she lifted the red bin, leaving only its imprint among the dust and dirt. She carried the large bin [...]

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*This is a continuation of my first imitation so you might want to read that first before reading this so it makes more sense. Tom pulls Natalie from behind the dumpster saddened by the blisters on the lips he used to kiss. He pulls her sallow, bruised arms behind her and lightly clicks the cool, [...]

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My latest Halloween short “Just Before Dawn” has been posted on The Campfire Pages: Halloween Edition. Take a look and let me know what you think! You can read many more fabulous Halloween stories there too! You can read my other Halloween short “Reclaiming of the Soul” here! Happy Halloween!

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*Warning: Contains Adult Language. The smell of garbage, now too familiar, makes Natalie wish she could go back home to the smell of her mother’s Chanel perfume. She holds the pipe to her lips, hits it, and lets her head fall back against the brick building in the alleyway caught up in the rush. The [...]

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All that is left of her is the reflecting moonlight on her midnight hair. The rising mist has swallowed the rest of her and her silken cape.  “Serena,” I yell, my voice crumbling with the leaves beneath me.  Where could she be going so late at night? What could be so urgent?  The moon shines [...]

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