stories

Apr 2, 2009

Today, no one tried to kill me. I thought I was dreaming. Then I got home and saw my headless body lying in a congealed pool of blood. Damn.

Abby Rustad @Merc_hyn_di

Aug 4, 2009

Bound with sentient gearchains, he leads the fifteen children into the engine room. “How many more?” “Many,” the train says. “I’m starving.”

Abby Rustad @Merc_hyn_di

Oct 30, 2009

Samhain has been canceled; no one’s seen the druids all week. The ghosts of Sacrificed Anonymous have taken their revenge. I’m so screwed.

Abby Rustad @Merc_hyn_di

Nov 25, 2009

The air smelled of cooked meat. Jay cowered under the table, praying. “Is that the last of them?” “Yep,” said the turkey, pulling Jay out.

Abby Rustad @Merc_hyn_di