I’m officially on holidays, and I’m feeling great.  The weather here has been surprisingly nice.  I’d have to say this has been a mild winter.  I think I can actually see summer on the horizon…way…over…there… 🌴 😎

The other day, I worked on another creative snippet.  I had a wee bit of trouble getting into it for some reason, but then it just started to work.  Gotta love that.



She’d taken this shortcut a million times, but tonight, something was off. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Half the fluorescent lights above her head were burned-out, and the remaining ones buzzed and flickered like a cheap bug zapper. Shadows danced eerily upon stoney walls. A hint of vapour swirled low and wound itself around around her legs. She sidestepped it, watching it warily. The hair at the nape of her neck twitched, making her itchy and adding to her discomfort.

She smelled it before she heard it; a foul, decaying, nauseating smell. She wrinkled her nose, and swallowed back the bile that scalded her throat. Something shifted and moved in the darkness ahead. She swallowed again and again, trying to moisten the dryness in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat, then skittered and throbbed hard against her chest. Blood pulsed loudly in her ears.

There was a soft growl. She almost missed it. But it wasn’t ahead of her…it was behind her

She trembled, hard. And each short, raspy breath ricocheted from her tight, aching lungs and hissed softly between clenched teeth. She heard cavernous jaws open, and hot, fetid breath moved her hair. Thick, slimy saliva dripped onto the back of her head. Her eyes bulged in terror…but there was no time to scream.





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