I'm a video game writer and former journalist who dabbles in short and long-form prose. Hope you enjoy! @words.of.megawatt
The Magic Horns
In a magical forest, small children would play, Skipping hand in hand, all night and all day. These children were different, with horns on their heads.
My Mom is a Magician
Late one night, Rebecca raced to her parents’ bedroom and shook her mother awake. “Mommy, Mommy, there’s a monster!” she wailed, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.
The Body of Mr. Hainsworth
The car door swung open, slapping Lethe with the acrid stench of diesel and manure. Choking back the bile building in her throat, she lifted her head high and stepped out of the backseat, immediately sinking her heel into a half-inch of mud. Or at least she hoped it was mud.