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 (46/0)
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 Dewey3 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 Dewey3 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 Dewey3 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 Dewey3 years ago in Horror
Link
He kicked the rock in front of him and did his best to keep the threatening tears safely behind his eyes. Despite walking alone, one never knew who could turn the corner and use his treacherous tears against him later. Link pulled out his phone and reread the worst text message he had ever received:
By Leah Dewey3 years ago in Humans
Faded Figure
The faded fluorescence in the street lights gave off an orange glow in the otherwise dark night. The evening mist looked like haunted fog in the Halloween colored air. I shoved my hands deeper in my pockets as I walked, as if that would help keep them warmer. My head felt like it was on a swivel as my eyes darted around. My mother had always suggested it was unwise for ‘a young lady such as myself’ to live alone in downtown Los Angeles but I knew how to take care of myself.
By Leah Dewey3 years ago in Horror
Fog
I stepped out of class into the hallways of the university feeling like my mind had just been through the meat grinder. All this information had just been shoved in their like unfolded jeans into too small of a drawer. I felt like I was retaining zero information.
By Leah Dewey3 years ago in Horror