K. V. Young
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Stories (2/0)
My Worst Nightmare
I walked the familiar road home from my best friend Savannah’s house later than I normally did. Living out in the country, we were neighbors but my house was a mile away from hers. I usually tried to leave before it was dark because street lights don’t exist out here and I hate walking home when it’s pitch black. Thankfully, the full moon guided my path home. The sound of crickets chirping and the steady pace of my boots crunching against the dirt soothed me until I realized there was the sound of another pair of shoes behind me.
By K. V. Young3 years ago in Horror
Pride
Oliver Jones woke up gasping for air and clutching his chest, feeling cold sweat running down his face and back. He took deep breaths of the cool air coming from the window of his tiny bedroom. It was always the same recurring nightmare that woke him up in the middle of the night. He dreams of his little sister being taken from him from the soldiers fighting on the side of the Straight Alliance. Oliver blames himself for what happened five years ago during the war on LGBTQ rights. He threw back his sheet and sat on the edge of his bed, reminiscing about what got him here.
By K. V. Young3 years ago in Pride