Season Of The Witch Huntress

All the lawns on Metone Avenue are mowed on Wednesday.  These lawns are all perfectly manicured, the same size, nearly identical except for personal choices in plants and ornaments.  All the white painted, two-story houses are pratically identical as well. Children played. Neighbors had stylish lawn parties. You could say it was perfect.   Especially…… Continue reading Season Of The Witch Huntress

Evie’s Run , Or Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway?

As Evie slowly opened her eyes, she had the awful thought that whoever decided to design her sleep cycle for twelve-minute intervals should be shot.  She was rested enough, she just hated waking up to the dank, grimy world around her. The windows of the gas station were either shattered or covered with so much…… Continue reading Evie’s Run , Or Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway?

A Classic Case Of Victim Turned Victimizer

Gretel smiled at the sound of scratching on her front door.  “Perfect,” She thought, “Just in time.”   She was starting to get a few gray hairs and few lines around her eyes.  She needed a child. She peaked out the window and saw not one, not two, but three boys going for the pie she…… Continue reading A Classic Case Of Victim Turned Victimizer

Don’t Talk To Strangers

She’s rather easy to spot, all alone on the street in her red hoodie, ear buds in her ears. She’s practically doing everything they tell people not to do; singling herself out, not paying attention to her surroundings.  “It’s almost too easy,” The man thinks as he follows hers in his car, staying just enough…… Continue reading Don’t Talk To Strangers