amcs :: creative stuff

They all thought hide-and-seek was a great game until the day they didn’t find little Davy. Lucy found him 4 months later and screamed for days.

The glowing embers of the fire led the pack straight to the feast. Once they tore through the fibrous outer wrapper the flesh, blood and marrow within were delicious.

My flat-mates and I had watched a couple of zombie movies that night so the wet, tearing sounds coming from behind the ajar door really freaked me out. What I saw when I nervously pushed the door open was much worse than what I heard.

A shadow swooped down across the night’s backdrop of many stars, stopped before him, resolved into something reptilian with ragged wings and scythe-like claws that slashed at his heart. They found him in the morning, lifeless and soulless but unmarked, claimed by death’s night-time embrace.

It was at a party that she told me how she’d played Bloody Mary hundreds of times. Though she had never seen any face in the mirror but her own.