Author's e-books - horror. Page - 7
A suburban Mormon girl wrestling with doubt and dying of thirst plays hooky from her church youth group in order to experience some illicit culture. She told no one. It was just going to be a one-off experiment with disobedience... What she did not expect to find was a rich source of soul-sustaining beauty, far more powerful than any scriptures she had ever read.
A frightening tale about a dream one you could be told about a dream like the one discribed here. Maybe a friend told you, or maybe it's your own. What should really make you jump is knowing that your mind can come up with this even if it's frightening. Though it scares you others may think it's a simple creation of the mind. This is a VERY short story.
The entire building exploded. Glass, debris and brick rained down on our heads, as if the world were officially coming down around us. As if the Zom's weren't enough. As if being torn from my family - my parents, and friends, hadn't been enough. As if seeing those you trusted most being eaten alive, tortured or worse hadn't appeased whatver god that be. As if seeing my home in flames, lost to looters; ravaged by the lost and the free hadn't ripped open my every wound I'd gotten since this
A suburban Mormon girl wrestling with doubt and dying of thirst plays hooky from her church youth group in order to experience some illicit culture. She told no one. It was just going to be a one-off experiment with disobedience... What she did not expect to find was a rich source of soul-sustaining beauty, far more powerful than any scriptures she had ever read.
A frightening tale about a dream one you could be told about a dream like the one discribed here. Maybe a friend told you, or maybe it's your own. What should really make you jump is knowing that your mind can come up with this even if it's frightening. Though it scares you others may think it's a simple creation of the mind. This is a VERY short story.
The entire building exploded. Glass, debris and brick rained down on our heads, as if the world were officially coming down around us. As if the Zom's weren't enough. As if being torn from my family - my parents, and friends, hadn't been enough. As if seeing those you trusted most being eaten alive, tortured or worse hadn't appeased whatver god that be. As if seeing my home in flames, lost to looters; ravaged by the lost and the free hadn't ripped open my every wound I'd gotten since this