The Crow Brides (I)

Muffled, distant voices shook her from mad dreams of a storm of midnight wings. Her head rattled from the pallid light bombarding her sensitive eyes. A twisting screw of pain drilled between her eyes. A shiver traced icy fingers down her spine into the naked soles of her feet. Smooth walls, the color of drying…

Well, I’m Ish Alive

Forgive my lack of posts. I am in my last semester of a copyediting degree I'm taking from the University of Chicago. Whoo hoo~! Graduate in less than a month. To celebrate I'll be posting my next short story in short pieces: The Crow Brides. It's a creepy, dark story--so perfect if you're having post-Halloween…