Olivia kept the doll clutched tightly to her chest as EMS workers wrapped her in a blanket. They had cleaned the blood from her face, but no one seemed to notice the sanguine polka dots on the doll’s dress.
“What a terrible accident.”
“That poor girl!”
“Did you find anyone else? Oh, god.”
“You can’t speak,” Olivia whispered in the doll’s ear, face blank but voice thrumming with excited, childish energy. “But I know you can still see. It must be crowded in there, but try to get comfortable. Before this is over, you’re going to see much worse.”
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Tiffany Mercer
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The Guardian of the Gates
Dappled sunlight danced across the soft forest floor as shafts of light played with the leaves high above. Towering beeches, oaks, and yews stood as sentinels of this ancient woodland. Autumn splashed its palette across the canopy—gold, brown, and red mingled with the persistent greens. Amidst these, bursts of summer colors—a vivid tapestry of purples, pinks, blues, and yellows—held out against the season’s change, accompanied by flitting pixies, sprites, and an assortment of low fae.
By Sonia khan 5 days ago in Fiction
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Nice and eerie, just the way I like it. Keep on writing.