Anjolene Bozeman
Bio
Hello, I love creating the most unsettling content you could think of to read. Short Horrors are my favorite genre to write, but I also write reviews and occasional love stories.
Stories (31/0)
The Slob Review
The Slob Review Wow, Aron Beauregard, Once again wrote another splatterpunk horror I do enjoy. This one in particular I had to pause for a moment after one specific chapter but, after picking it back up it leaves room for a Slob two and allows for us to root for the main character.
By Anjolene Bozeman 8 days ago in BookClub
Playground Review
content warning Playground, I hate to say it, but I enjoyed it. I will be starting off with a content warning. If you have a weak stomach, don't like violence or gore I would highly suggest clicking off this review and maybe liking it because I gave you a warning.
By Anjolene Bozeman 29 days ago in BookClub
No One Rides for Free Review
WARNING, this is a review of a very disturbing book. This is the first time I would urge people maybe not to read a review of mine, but if you are thinking about reading this book, I would rather let people know what they are getting into. Read at your own risk.
By Anjolene Bozeman about a month ago in BookClub
Clinique Skin Care Reviews
What can I say, I am a product girly to a T. I see a shiny new product and I have to try it for myself. This time was a little different though. For some reason when I turned 27 my body gave me the middle finger and threw minimal cystic acne at me . This became a problem, I would constantly pick at my skin creating scars all along my chin and this only caused more mental distress. I can’t help but pick at my face or any imperfections. When I was younger I would wash my face so hard and often I would end up rubbing off my skin. As an adult I find I have more control, but the urge and obsession is still there, so having the right products to help me keep clear skin is very important.
By Anjolene Bozeman about a month ago in FYI
Light Switch
My brain constantly terrorizes me, holding me hostage to my own imagination. The images it shows me teeter between make believe and reality. Even when I take a breath and tell myself it’s fake, my body and my nerves react. Sometimes I jump, sometimes I hide, sometimes I scream or call for my partner. The odd thing is, I know they are fake. I always know what is real and what is fake, but it doesn’t change the fact that I see and feel the horrific images from my brain.
By Anjolene Bozeman about a month ago in Horror
Thomas Returns
A scream echoed through the woods, shattering the silence over the top of the trees. Screams gutted the air like a knife and made your heart ache. It was clear she was afraid, possibly fighting for her life. The screams escaped through hard sobs, begging anyone for help. Ears flicked back and forth as they listened to the screams. Noses twitching, eyes darting through the forest searching for the source of the pain. They scoured until one deep and loud meow alerted the rest of cats that they had found the creature under attack. They scrambled through the forest, darting between rocks and brush. They listened to the trees that grew at Thomas's feet telling them where they could find him. Their yowls echoed, screaming to the trees that someone was in trouble. Soon they could hear him.
By Anjolene Bozeman about a month ago in Fiction
