Sometimes I can blast through a rough draft, but usually I have to write slowly and carefully, sort of creeping up on it like some kind of creepy creeper.
Tag: horror
Intrusion by Marian Allen Near the sun-up gate, where the moonlight doesn’t reach at this bird-sleeping hour of the night, a blight touches the roots of a rose bush. A line of darker green… then brown… creeps up the stem, out a side-stem, along the…
My 11-year-old grandson read this and said, “That’s a good story! Creepy!” Mission accomplished. I took some liberties with the lore. Hire a lawyer and sue me. (turnip – blood = 0) Rusalka by Marian Allen I take up my pen with, if not tranquility,…
