Paola Olivas
Stories (3/0)
A Faustian Trade
To you this must asked How far can you go to have What you greatly need? The small roll of paper slipped from my fingers, it’s question in calligraphic handwriting knitting my eyebrows as it teasingly floated in the air, just barely out of grasp. Digging both heels into the muddy floor, I snatched it and scanned the surrounding grassy field around me for anything else that seemed out of place. The whistling of an Autumn breeze through a cluster of oak trees and the ringing crickets kept me company as I scoured the bare land.
By Paola Olivas3 years ago in Horror
Expurgation
Today Kahuna dreamt of a sun rise she hadn’t witnessed in years. It left a bittersweet taste at the tip of her tongue. Squinting both eyes, her vision slowly cleared to catch sight of the metal closet space she shared with seven unfortunate souls. Cly, a young one, sat in front of her, trembling as he cradled his left side. Wheezing in gasps, his wide eyes caught Kahuna, freezing her with his fear. He thrashed around in a frenzy until a short, bandaged stump came into view.
By Paola Olivas3 years ago in Fiction