“I am watching everything in front of me, noting one thing after another in my mind, for no particular reason. Nothing has truly caught my eye, though many familiar faces have gone by this window. And then… then I see you.”
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“I am watching everything in front of me, noting one thing after another in my mind, for no particular reason. Nothing has truly caught my eye, though many familiar faces have gone by this window. And then… then I see you.”
The icy wind and low temperatures of winter may seem like they’re trying freeze you in your place. The cold air may even feel like it’s following you and attacking you whenever it can. But that’s probably just my imagination… or is it?
I have been staring at them ever since I moved here some time ago, and I still don't have them figured out. I stare at them from across the room, from around the corner, from underneath the chair they're sitting on and, my favourite, from secret hiding places.
It was September when we first met. I walked in from the cold wind, the apples of my cheeks cherry red. I took in the place and when my eyes found you, I could not look away.
The weather is getting colder and the days darker as winter falls upon us. Why not let Sandra guide you under the branches and through the snow in her peaceful short story, while you’re actually in the comfort of your own home?
Happy Halloween, dear readers! Here’s a story to get you in the mood for this spooky holiday. Read on for a chilling experience - if you dare.
Who doesn’t both love and hate those long villain rants in movies where they explain their whole evil plan to the hero as well as their backstory? Here’s one with surprise twists and turns!
“It was quiet, as usual. Even my own breathing seemed to have disappeared. At least that would have been what another soul would have thought, had they laid here next to me.”
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”