Sarah DuPerron
Bio
I hope to be thought-provoking. But my main goal is to hurt your feelings.
Achievements (1)
Stories (19/0)
Getaway
“It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Get to the next town.” I mutter under my breath and lick the sweat from my upper lip. My trembling fingers turn white on the steering wheel. I squint into the night. Snow races toward me from an endless vacuum of black. My headlights are dim. The car shudders, gasping against the storm.
By Sarah DuPerron2 months ago in Fiction
Love Lost
My Bess, It snowed today for the first time this season, sending me back in time. My mind raced with glittery thoughts of that last winter in school. The muted landscape kept our secrets, covering our snow angels as they began side by side, then became only one. Your breath fogged over my face, and your nose cold. But your lips were wet and warm and tickled my ear. Your eyes were bright, and your cheeks pink. As we trudged, sinking to our knees in places, your hand was deep inside my mitten, straining the threads and holding my hand.
By Sarah DuPerron2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge
The Witch of the CovenRunner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge
“I exorcise thee, Goddess of Water, to cleanse us pure, that we not be harmed in the realm of the spirits.” Cindy finishes the first chalk circle and steps back, bowing her head beneath her cloak. Tara sprinkles a handful of sand over the enchanted knife shoved into the floorboards at the circle center.
By Sarah DuPerron6 months ago in Horror
No Words Left
Staring into the fire, I give up pretending I’m reading and close the book in my lap. I set it on the coffee table and run my hands over my face. He is three hours late. Flopping backward on the couch, I slide like a dead fish to the floor, causing my legs to coil oddly beneath me. My boot treads catch on the bear skin rug. Running my hands through the fur, I pretend it's his hair and sharply pull. A few strands stick to my clammy fingers. It doesn’t ease my mood.
By Sarah DuPerron6 months ago in Fiction
Ghostly Memories
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. She looked just like me, but she was not me. I was sure of it. I stepped closer, leaned in, and breathed against the glass. My breath spiderwebbed and vanished, leaving behind a girl I didn’t recognize. No, I knew her. It was me, but better.
By Sarah DuPerronabout a year ago in Horror
Sandcastles
The beach seemed like a good place to die. The ocean water had always calmed me, and what better place to live my final few days? I hadn’t considered the journey out to the island would almost kill me in my broken-down body. Hell, the walk from the hotel to the sand was torture. I shuffled to the water’s edge every morning for almost a week. Each time took a little longer. The movement through the sand shocked my arthritic knees. But the wobbly walk of an old man with shrapnel in his left leg wasn't my biggest problem. I was terminal. Six months left to live.
By Sarah DuPerronabout a year ago in Fiction
The Replica Spell
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The spell was complete. The old witch stepped from her chalk markings, blew out the match, and looked about the cabin. This was her best attempt yet. The small space glowed warmly in the light. The bed in the corner was now covered in warm, soft quilts. The lamp at its side had burst to life, flames dancing in the sconce. The witch smiled as she ran her fingers through her silky hair, examining the fresh blonde color. She could hardly believe it was hers.
By Sarah DuPerron2 years ago in Fiction
