Screenwriter & YA Fantasy author of angry girls and beautiful monsters
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Orphan HouseRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
The house sinks into the earth, heavier now that she’s empty than she ever was when children scurried across her floors every morning. The newest piece of her is a sign nailed to the front door: “Condemned.”
Tiny Scars & Bright Blue Eyes
My whole life, all eight years of it, was packed up into a moving truck and ready to leave home. I was not. I stood next to the massive trailer and Elijah, my next door neighbor and best friend, stood in front of me. Our parents were saying goodbye—of course they would call, and we would come visit—but Elijah and I both refused to say that horrible, terrible word. Instead he put his arms around me, without taking the one step it would have taken to close the gap between us, and I put my arms around him, and we stood there leaning on each other for a long time.
The darkness is total and all-consuming. Goose flesh rises on my skin as the temperature drops, though I could swear we’ve descended deep enough into the earth that we should be able to feel magma churning around us. I find myself waiting for my eyes to adjust, but I know the only light down here will come from our head lamps, and we’re saving those until we’re in the water.