The first day at her aunt Olive’s house, Ophelia had been afraid; by the last day, she was terrified.
She could see it through the window, dirt and boards and cracks in the glass; Olive’s garden had bloomed.
Next time they come down here, I’ll kill them, Nervous swore and this time, he meant it.
Downstairs in the windowless basement, he had no way of seeing the “For Sale” sign pounded into the dry earth in the front yard.
“It’s not fair,” Cassandra sobbed, collapsing into her father’s stiff embrace.
Don had said he’d never leave her, but he’d done exactly that; she hadn’t even finished the operation!
“Goodnight, Porthos,” Cyd Roseland said as the bed dipped beneath the dog’s weight.
He was just thinking to himself that his old friend might need to go on a diet when he heard Porthos begin to bark in the hallway.
“Mama,” she said, quietly. I almost didn’t hear her; my mind had drifted, far away from the seemingly endless stretch of asphalt and sand, away from the hot vinyl seats that stuck and peeled away from my skin every time I moved. Away from my daughter, sitting quietly in the seat beside me, playing on the tablet she’d received for her last birthday.
“What is it, Ophelia?” I asked, glancing over at her. She was all but stabbing at the smudged screen with one delicate finger, her frustration apparent. I saw the familiar bright colors and dark lines of the dollhouse game she was too old to be playing, but I had given up on trying to convince her to find something more age appropriate. Better something too young for her than too old, I supposed. We passed another sign, warning us that we were almost upon Strangetown, and I sighed.
“My doll won’t stop crying.”
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Had the dream again.
* * *
I think I’m running out of air.
My room smells funny. I asked Mom about it, thinking maybe she’d installed some new air freshener or something without my knowledge, but she insists that not only would she never (although she has before, which is why I asked), but she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. She says my room smells “fine”.
But there’s an earthy smell in here, something damp and almost… sweet? Not in a good way.
I’ve searched everything, even the closet, but there was nothing to find. I finally gave up and tried to open my window, but the wind was doing that howling thing again, and I couldn’t stand it. I had to close it again.
* * *
Still smelling it. Can’t find a source.
I’m afraid it’s in my head somewhere.
Something rotting and meaty inside of me.
I can’t get it out.
* * *
I take the pills to help me sleep.
I can’t manage without them. Sometimes, I can’t manage with them. But when they work, I burrow so deeply in the darkness that not even the nightmares (and I know they’re looking) can find me.
There’s a nail in the door
And there’s glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When you’re gone (x)
Sand and gravel crunched beneath the tires of her old, beat-to-hell sedan as she turned into the unpaved parking lot of the Deadtree Inn, the only motel she’d seen since she’d passed by the rusted sign that read “Welcome to Strangetown”, population: [ bird shit ].
Even with the windows rolled down, the hot wind of the unfamiliar desert night had her boiling in her own sweat, and she was relieved to have finally found a place where she’d be able to stretch her legs and maybe, if she was lucky, sleep for a couple of hours.
Continue reading “Strangetown Gothic: Part 001”
Warning: There is some mildly questionable content this time around (nothing visual). If you’re particularly sensitive, you might want to tread lightly.
Continue reading “Emperor of the Dark, Chapter 7: Noise”
Name is subject to change.
No warnings apply.
Continue reading “Strangetown Gothic: Prologue”
Warning: Contains some sensitive material.
Continue reading “Prompt #68: Hero, Pt 2”
Written for sufferingforscience, who also kindly provided the concept of Erin being scientifically exploited by Loki.
Continue reading “Strange Hollow Skies”
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