Crystal R. Hartman
Stories (2/0)
My Little Happy Place
Can you feel it, calm, peace, serenity? Pulsing rhythm, blood and water, connected, steady beats. At one, calm as the sky meets the water, entwining, mirrored, reflected. Wind caressing your skin, flowing through your hair. Cool, soft, gentle caress upon your cheek, tingling the hairs on the back of your neck and into your inner being. Listening within, to that inner knowing, inner wisdom, inner peace, inner triumph, inner depths of longing, dread, defeat. Can you hear it, that whispering sound calling to you from within?
By Crystal R. Hartman3 years ago in Earth
The Little Black Book
She never even knew. Suspected, especially when a group of well-dressed professionals would show up at the places where she had worked and saw them conversing with the manager. Their private meetings she found suspicious. But, much like the gnawing feeling that something just wasn’t right would pulse throughout her body, at times everywhere she went, she would just brush it off. She would tell herself to stop worrying, that she was just on edge, paranoid. If she only knew, maybe her life would’ve been much different. She never knew though, how could she? Her gut knew, it was screaming at her all along. But she tried to quiet it. She didn’t know how to listen.
By Crystal R. Hartman3 years ago in Horror