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True Love at the Fortune Teller's Tent

The weak beacon pulsed in time to Hester's heartbeat. She'd been alone on board the derelict ship for three weeks now.

I remembered the little man from my childhood, a fairy manikin peeking at me through the branches of the backyard azalea bush.

And so they were stuck in festive jollity unable to move on. They were unable to move past the sparkling decorations, the inane chit-chat, or the forced laughter at snide punch lines. They were echoes of people wanting to be anywhere but here. A flash fiction follow-up to SMUDGES.

The Intruder

I've always loved fairytales but they 're a little sinister.

Message From Above

Jeepers's Present

Jeepers Creepers

For the 2012 Halloween Challenge, my friends and I decided on zombie love poetry. The problem I had was in making it sexy.