Heather Hagy

Joined February 2021

0 stories

Bio

Stephen King fan (but not like Annie "I'm your #1 fan" Wilkes cuz I'm sane and she's not)

Horror/supernatural are my favorite writing genres

Wife to 1 and mom to 4 humans, 4 dogs, 6 cats, and a dragon

"Jaws" is the greatest movie ever

Stories (39/0)

Top Story - April 2024
Stealing the SpotlightTop Story - April 2024
Every chance I get to shine bright, I can Count on you to ruin my best moment Lurking like a shadowy villain, you Invade my space and darken my limelight
By Heather Hagya day ago in Poets
Second Date
The frost-covered mountain looms before us, a tribute to the Swiss Alps. It’s just after sunset, not yet totally dark, but daylight is fading fast. The temperature takes a dip as the horizon line turns blue.
By Heather Hagy2 months ago in Fiction
Alice In Rockerland
Alice exited the J. Depp Memorial Auditorium on a high, kicking off her heels and bounding down the steps to the mostly deserted parking lot. She’d stayed long after the crowd left the concert, seeking autographs from her favorite band, The Rosettes. Throat dry from cheering and screaming, feet throbbing from standing in her heels far too long, Alice made her way to a bench underneath a lamp post and pulled out her cellphone to text her sister, Lori.
By Heather Hagy8 months ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Release
"It’s time" ............... I don’t want to hear it Let me hold your paws once more one tear, then two they fall and fall
By Heather Hagy9 months ago in Poets
The Madness of Love
Deeper I fell for her, feelings Intensified by the voices Small at first, relentless whispers Then louder, urgent, roaring
By Heather Hagy11 months ago in Poets
Before Dawn
Silver mist shines in his raven hair and sparkles on his long, dark coat, turned up at the collar. He resembles a phantom, recoiling from the relentless rain as he waits for the girl with the platinum wig and lissome body.
By Heather Hagy11 months ago in Fiction
Eclipse
She picked a peach for me it was golden ripe and ready ~~~~ I ate a plum its dark, bloody juice flowed down my throat
By Heather Hagy11 months ago in Fiction
R-E-T-R-I-B-U-T-I-O-N
“Pathetic!” Father bellowed, looming over Joe. “Get it right, boy.” Of all Father’s extreme drills, Joe despised “the spelling game” the most. “P-U—”
By Heather Hagy12 months ago in Fiction
Dear God . . . I'm sorry
Dear God: I’m sorry – I ignored the angel you sent my way. It was a test, and I failed. Dirty, disheveled, your messenger approached me. Distracted, dismissive, I rejected him without hesitation.
By Heather Hagy12 months ago in Poets
After The Rapture
Horrific hellhounds howl hunt hopeless humans hurting, hurting *** Hands harm, heads hang hearts hemorrhage hearts harden
By Heather Hagyabout a year ago in Poets
Family Feast
Daddy carried in dinner by the feet Mama squealed at the sight of plump meat Sister grabbed the nose Brother snatched some toes
By Heather Hagyabout a year ago in Poets
Lost
The boy ran along the shore in a state of distress calling for his beloved lost pup without success his clothes torn and muddy
By Heather Hagyabout a year ago in Poets

Heather Hagy

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Second Date

Alice In Rockerland

Bittersweet Release

The Madness of Love

Before Dawn

Eclipse

R-E-T-R-I-B-U-T-I-O-N

Dear God . . . I'm sorry

After The Rapture

Family Feast

Lost

Stories (39/0)

Stealing the SpotlightTop Story - April 2024