Genevieve Ferrari
Bio
Queer comedian and horror writer from the Pacific Northwest
Stories (3/0)
The Ax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jenny’s sister had packed it for her as a joke, “a little ambience for the next Stephen King'' she'd written on the note wrapped around the candle. Now it would be the only light in the woods; the batteries in the old Coleman lamp died as soon as Jenny crossed the threshold of the cabin. Spooky, she thought to herself as she clawed through her backpack in search of a headlamp that wasn’t there. The light of the fading sun slowly retreated from the dusty entrance making it impossible to see into the void of her pack. She stared into it, willing the headlamp into existence. Maybe this is the start of my novel: idiot woman goes into the wild without a lantern, devoured by the monsters in the dark.
By Genevieve Ferrari2 years ago in Horror
The Island
There was nothing left to do but wander. It had been over a year since the last patient died and at least two since the ferries left the island, never returning and taking with them all the news of the dying world outside. A few months ago, two of the final three survivors had taken a pair of orange kayaks and left in search of others and hope, though Iris was sure they would find neither. As she watched them fade into orange slivers on the horizon, she prayed they would find a swift death at sea. It seemed less cruel than the disappointment that awaited them on the mainland. The only way to live in the world now was without expectation.
By Genevieve Ferrari3 years ago in Fiction