Molly Caitlin Long
Joined November 2018
0 stories
Bio
22 - Artist - Poet - Fiction & Fantasy
Stories (19/0)
Cecil
Molly Long There was a heavy fog settled over the Hackensack River. It was cold, so cold I felt my bones ache with every step I took. I was on my way to Holy Name Cemetery, taking a shortcut through Lincoln Park. It was nearly sunset, the perfect time to lie in the grass and reflect on the lives of long departed souls. I saw the shining marble walls of the mausoleum as I approached my destination, and let out a sigh of relief through my shivering lips.
By Molly Caitlin Long3 years ago in Horror