Leah Dewey
Bio
Hello. Welcome to my page. I have been writing for over ten years & have been published in several different formats including magazine articles, poems & full length novels. I have a BA in English Literature & a Masters in Psychology.
Stories (39/0)
New Years Day
"Death is only the beginning," she muttered before slipping away into madness. I stared at her a little longer as the bell tolled. I listened to the chimes: one, two, three... until they hit twelve, ringing in the new year with a hollow, eerie feeling. I kept my eyes locked on hers. She stared back but there was nothing behind her eyes now. She could no longer see into this reality or beyond the nightmares created in her mind. I shuttered at the thought. I knew what it was like to be afraid of your own mind.
By Leah Dewey11 months ago in Horror
The Train
The storm ranged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train the rain drops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy. I could feel the beads of sweats starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Deweyabout a year ago in Fiction
Halloween Land
I am sitting in my car dwelling on my anxiety and guilt, trying to nurse my nerves into submission. I take a heavy sigh and finally push open the car door - it feels heavier than usual. I loosen my tie and stagger into the house. Instantly an aroma of sweet, savory foods hit me like a brick. She cooked dinner for me. My guilt rose to the forefront of my mind with excited intention.
By Leah Deweyabout a year ago in Horror
The Dream
She was a daughter of the occult, christened by darkness. Her dark hair cascading around her, glistening in the twilight. It was as if she carried a blue halo around her, reflecting the sapphires in her eyes. I knew she would be trouble - a slippery slope into sinful pleasures I'd spent my lifetime avoiding. But I couldn't resist her. She came to me like a siren.
By Leah Deweyabout a year ago in Poets
Alice Adaptation Part One
The animated walls seemed to shift and blend together as her cart raced down the invisible tracks. Her heart pumped in her chest and she started to shake as sweat built up around her temples. The mangled, warped cartoons danced and sang her off as the tracks ended and dropped her down into a dark pit.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
Alice Adaptation Part 3
After ten minutes on the bus her ear perked up when the driver announced that University was their next stop. She tried to think about where on campus she could possibly find the Knave and why she hadn’t seen him there before. Alice gathered up her notebook and Cheetos before exiting the bus. This time no one seemed to notice her at all.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
She is Her Own Haunted House
The world is a shining, glittering movie of roses and sunshine. Beautiful music of hopes and dreams playing in the background like a welcoming theme song. The girls wear golden summer dresses while the boys wear salmon shorts and laugh over their shots of vodka. Everyone eats ice cream with sprinkles and smiles with their bikinis and surfboards. They pray over their meals and drink orange juice with their eggs and bacon made into a smily face. The birds feel free to fly and sing everywhere. It’s like a summer breezing 'musical of an after school special. Everything is open and fresh, people walk down the streets without a care in the world, saying hello to every neighbor they meet. It’s full of small talk and polite greetings. There are tiny dogs in purses and little poodles with perfect perms and ribbons. The world is painted with floral and pastel colors and all of it makes me sick.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
Cherry Tree
The cherry's dripped a crimson red, scattering red like droplets of blood through the crisp green trees. The branches swayed lightly in the breeze. The dance seemed almost arrogant as if they knew how beautiful they truly were. The pale sunlight lazily opened her eyes through the cluttering of clouds creating a slight glisten on the cherries. They shone like murderous rubies in the light.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like a cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lay down at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
