![](https://res.cloudinary.com/jerrick/image/upload/c_fill,f_jpg,fl_progressive,h_302,q_auto,w_1512/603bad662d8332001ce19f6f.jpg)
Cass McLean
Bio
Bad Wolf, worse rolemodel. HBIC. Domina. Artist. Ulfhednar. Vicious Savage. Holy Monstrosity.
Stories (2/0)
Black to Grey
At this time of year the trees are an ugly shade of rust, streaked with sanguine, crimson rivers that show us the patterns their sticky lifeblood traveled before the deep freeze turned the whole world amaranth; almost alive but trapped in stasis until the bloody sun decides to shed it's warmth on the hard soil of my family's estate.
By Cass McLean3 years ago in Horror
Dealt Kindly
There’s something liminal about being behind the bar of a hotel, especially high end spaces used to host upper echelon parties, business groups in the area from their respective homes in desperate corporate America, looking for a taste of the lifestyle of the beautiful, dirty and rich. I can see them pulling at their suits pulled straight from the rack, fitting but not tailored, pants that are just a little too long and nice shoes that are in desperate need of repair, despite their polish. When lined up at the bar drinking over-priced well whiskey, they seem nervous- as though someone would be able to point them out as an imposter, destroy the fragile anonymity that is afforded to the travelers who pass through the doors of the hotel.
By Cass McLean3 years ago in Journal
Subscribe to my stories
Show your support and receive all my stories in your feed.
Send me a tip
Show your support with a small one-off tip.