Zayne Violet
Stories (2/0)
To Prepare a Place
The night draws on like the drag of a cigarette. I lay among the tussled sheets and clothes on the only bed in the nearly empty room. My younger sisters, four, to be exact all draw in slow, quiet breaths, one on top of the other making it seem as though they're whispering rather than sleeping. I carefully scoot to the edge of the bed careful to avoid their resting limbs sure not to disturb the peace in the room. It's been a long day.
By Zayne Violet2 years ago in Fiction
Stranger
Thunk. Emelia takes a shuddered breath, freezing in her crouched position. I have to be quiet. I have to be. "One, two, three--okay." She lurches forward, hoisting her agile frame horizontally through the metal shaft. The movement is steady and quick. The quicker that she is, the quieter. This much she knows. Worming through the ventilation shaft isn't ideal, but it was the only way to keep her comings and goings undetected.
By Zayne Violet3 years ago in Horror