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)
Bone Fairy
It started when I was a little girl. My mother used to put glitter on dollar bills that were from the tooth fairy under my pillow. She used to tell me the tooth fairy was a cousin to the sleep fairies that watched over me at night. When I got older I learned, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
Max
The early morning sun poured into the small office lighting up the room. The smell of freshly printed papers and burnt coffee filled the small space. Men and woman dressed in their daily routine walked through the from lobby, clutching their liquid caffeine. John stood at the front in the lobby staring out into the world beyond trying to wake up enough to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He took a long sip from his coffee and tried to remind himself he had work to do.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
Drill Bits
“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things, the memories, experiences and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
Rage Against The Machines
Sitting in the dirt inside of a cave on the hiking trail up the street from my old house I’m happy to not be alone but still saddened by my current reality. I sigh and roll my eyes now to think about the current situation of my country and how it all started. It is so cliche, but in the end the machines turned against us. The creations we made out of arrogance for convenience grew to over power us. Though, I think the first mistake was thinking we could control them in the field. Pretending like we could give life to these machines and they wouldn’t eventually realize we were using and abusing them.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
AJ & Madiline
“How are we even still friends?” I asked, scoffing a bit under my breath. I knew she hadn’t meant to be irritating but I guess that’s what I got when I asked an overly logical person to get creative with me. She laughed a bit but I could hear she was offended by my question.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Fiction
Mad Land
The sunlight was melting into the horizon dimming the horrific images in front of me. Suddenly, the designer outfit I had spent 20 minutes choosing this morning seemed out of place. I closed my eyes tightly - willing the images to fade but when I opened them the chaos remained the same.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
The Grave
The more I shifted the more dirt started to fall into my mouth. I had never really been claustrophobic but being trapped in a coffin changes one’s perspective on things. They couldn’t even have the decency to bury me with a lighter. I pushed effortlessly on the walls around me, surprised by their sturdy resistance. True, they had to carry a body but usually that body wasn’t putting up much of a fight once in the ground. The air was getting a bit thinner and the dirt around me felt a bit cooler. I wondered how long I had been trapped down here.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
The Reaper
She threw out the last of the flowers today. Silently, I followed her out to the side of the house and watched her dump them in the trash, it felt a little like she was dumping me in the trash. Her tears were emotionless now, like a repetitive habit just streaming down her face. She walked back inside and started washing the vase. Just going through the motions. I stood in my normal spot in the kitchen: the corner between the oven and the fridge. I just watched her knowing she wouldn’t listen or hear anything I had to say. I sighed deeply wishing I could just explain.
By Leah Dewey2 years ago in Horror
