Marie Ormerod
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Full Throttle Catastrophe
Th-thunk, th-thunk, th-thunk. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind KC becomes aware of her heart beating: th-thunk, th-thunk, th-thunk…each beat coming a little bit faster than the last. KC searches her memory for a hint. Her thoughts are interrupted by the concussive ear splitting blare of a horn. LOong, LOOoong, shORt, looooOOONG! The sound pierces her brain and bounces through her body like a plinko chip…setting her teeth on edge and causing her to startle straight up, smashing her head against the ceiling. Ceiling?
By Marie Ormerod2 years ago in Fiction
Like a Moth to the Flame
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Lilith stepped back from the glass, momentarily blinded by the glare. The darkness outside seemed to weigh heavily on the feeble flame and threatened to crush her own determination as well. She knew she was taking a risk. She was already weakened from her frantic tear through miles of dense thicket. Her only hope was that the last of her group would see the light and make their way toward her.
By Marie Ormerod2 years ago in Horror