Dustin Leslie
Stories (2/0)
The Barn Owl Knows
This wasn't the first time I sat alone in the barn. Listening to the echoing hoots of the barn owl in the chilling night air. The smell of hay lingering on every breath I took. Looking up into the rafters at the feathered body perched high above, watching me like he did every night. I'd like to think that if the owl could speak, he'd have kind things to say about me. I imagine that we would go on adventures into the woods together. I could live this life my father had made for me and I could finally start to live. Maybe make a friend. But no.Not after what I've seen.
By Dustin Leslie2 years ago in Criminal
Just Desserts
There is nothing glamorous about owning a bakery. At least that's what I told myself as I wiped the powdered sugar off my cheek. I wasn't going to become the next great baking champion or invent the next dessert craze. I wasn't in this business for the money or fame that came with plastering the internet with your accomplishments. The last thing I needed would be a line of people out the door, posting pics of them waiting in line for one of my delicious cakes. But they are, my cakes, delicious.
By Dustin Leslie3 years ago in Horror