Leah Dewey
Bio
I am a novelist with a Masters in Forensic Psychology. I'm enthralled with the dark and horrifying. Follow me down into the dark corners of imagination. Experience thrills & chills through poetry & short stories.
Stories (46/0)
Christian and The Devil
She did her best to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her car into the brisk evening air. She paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the moon before dragging her heavy body to the front door. With just a bit too much force she shoved the key into the lock and noticed the house was strangely quiet. As she pushed the door open she dropped her keys and bags onto the floor to try to better grasp the image in front of her. Her mouth went dry and her eyes started to turn wet.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Horror
Second Birth
The snow was still falling as she carefully walked towards the broken water bridge. It was so cold her tears hardly had time to form before freezing onto her face. With each step she could feel her heart blackening just a little bit but she forced herself to press onward.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Horror
Gratitude
2020 has been a challenging year for everyone to say the least, myself included. I had big plans to attend the University of Hawaii and move to my own place on the island. I really wanted to take this year to start my own business, support myself and continue to put myself through school. I had always struggled a lot in my home town and was finally ready to make a change. At the start of 2020 my future was looking bright: I had a good job, I was finishing up my last semester at community college and saving money to move. I was trying to keep my head down and keep to myself to push through until I could move.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Motivation
Therapy for the Fae
Therapy For The Fae I stood off to the side of the room watching the sun set lazily out the window. Her raze glistened and held tightly to the trees and the tall grass as if trying to make sure to leave a lasting impression. As if reminding the rest of the world that it couldn’t survive without her. I pulled my cardigan tighter as I crossed my arms over my chest.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Horror
Photo Jumper
Summer 1985. Walking the short path over the freeway. The sun is evoking sweat out of my pores. I can feel it soaking the creases of my rolled up sleeves. There’s a new hole in my sneakers, which I’m almost grateful for. At least my left foot has space to breathe. This is still one of my favorite moments. I breathe in the sweltering summer air once more before pulling out of the photo.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Families
Ask & You Shall Bereave
He dragged his backpack behind him as he pushed one foot in front of the other. Often walking home was his only moment of peace. Abruptly, something wet and squishy smacked the back of his head. He stopped and looked around just in time to see two boys from his class running away laughing.
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Horror
Murder Never Wrote
“How difficult do you think it’d be to actually snap someone’s neck?” She asked semi quietly leaning over her computer. I realized quickly this sort of questioning must be normal from her since her friend showed no visible reaction or concern from the question at all. Instead, she didn’t even look up from her book before replying:
By Leah Dewey4 years ago in Horror
