The Ghoul dropped into his newly-gifted throne-like chair, heaving a sigh. From her place hanging over the desk, and him, the Editor watched as the Ghoul picked up a piece of parchment.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Coffin Hop 2014 Sandra's Story Part Two
“What if I don’t want to? What could possibly be in there that will make any of this less weird?”
The Maestro knocked softly on the metallic hatch, earning a chattering moan from within. “There. You know that there is something in there that is dead. Or dying, at the very least.”
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Katie John You've Won!
In the comments below, answer the following questions and I'll write a story all about you.
1) Height, hair color, eye color, etc...
2) Greatest fear
3) Favorite horror movie
4) Favorite animal
5) Favorite monster (movie or stereotype)
6) High school sport if played (cheerleader, band member, choir also count)
7) Favorite piece of my work (don't inflate my ego, just find something you like stylistically)
8) Least favorite (don't hurt my feelings)
9) List a link to a story by any blogger you love!
10) Current hobbies besides writing.
1) Height, hair color, eye color, etc...
2) Greatest fear
3) Favorite horror movie
4) Favorite animal
5) Favorite monster (movie or stereotype)
6) High school sport if played (cheerleader, band member, choir also count)
7) Favorite piece of my work (don't inflate my ego, just find something you like stylistically)
8) Least favorite (don't hurt my feelings)
9) List a link to a story by any blogger you love!
10) Current hobbies besides writing.
Coffin Hop 2014 Stephanie's Story Part Three
Stephanie sat on a stool in her grandfather’s basement; a potions book opened and propped up for her to read by the flickering candlelight as she ground her third dram of moonstone, reducing it to a fine powder to be mixed with the bubbling broth of concentrated nightshade and valerian root. Together, once these three reagents formed a juice that smelled of roses, she would add a single dram of Moon Children nectar. She would then extract several syringes worth of it and inject herself with two, then inject Cloud with two.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Coffin Hop 2014 Cloud's Story Part Two
With the mystery being gone, having vanished into thin air, Cloud brought the drink up to his nose and sniffed. Slightly sweet smelling with the distinct hint of alcohol. Taking a sip, he smacked his lips at the dry taste of the bittersweet wine, before dumping it into the brambles.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Coffin Hop 2014 Cloud's Story Part One
Cloud walked through the copse of trees, smiling softly as the brambles retracted out of his way. In his own small way, he was respected in this hellish graveyard, if only as a direct servant for the devils running it. He walked and walked, fading in and out beneath the darkened overhang of the trees. A slight rustle to his left made him pause, and look.
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