Chapter Story - Part Four
A gust of wind slammed my body, and I toppled over as if the hand of Many Gods slapped me to the ground. Snow eddied and spun all around me, and any sight I did have vanished. I clamped my gloved hands to my face and waited for the wind's unexpected burst of energy to recede.
Chapter Story - Part Three
Dancing light emanated from the open hatch of the pot belly stove and illuminated Morgan's body. Every few seconds the body twitched, or seemed to, though I told myself it was the fire's flickering light, nothing more. I hugged my legs closer, afraid he'd grab my ankle and that damn milky worm would get me.
Chapter Story - Part Two
"What?" I said and jerked back. He was wrong, hallucinating most likely. Sebastian was dead. I had been at the funeral, crumpled to the ground, unable to hold my anguish inside. Old Lady Selena had brought hyacinths to the funeral. The scent still made me nauseous.
Chapter Story - Part One
Cold etched its way across the windowpane, intricate snowflake drawings under a microscope, while the wind and snow whipped and whirled outside. The winter-art spread, similar to salt dispersing watercolor on a canvas as I traced my finger along its ever-increasing pattern.
The freezing pane stung the tip of my finger. I didn't remove my finger or alter the pressure of skin against the chilled glass; I wanted to endure, not give up. Too many said I'd given up too soon already.