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The 7th Corpse
I remember the day of the first apocalypse. Bridget was watching the Disney Channel, Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and Dad was sitting in the armchair, glasses on and newspaper in hand. That was the last moment of normal I ever knew. It was 5 years ago, I was only 14 years old. I can’t forget that. It was the single most horrifying moment of my life.Sirens started to wail as our door burst open, making us all jump. I remember the one that had ended my family’s life. It was a mature adult male, it’s nose and most of its fingers missing. All of the limbs were broken and swaying in their socket...
Silent Voices
“Attention library patrons. The library will be closing in five minutes. Please take your books to the check out desk and exit by the front door. Thank you for choosing the Heart Light Library, your friendly neighborhood library. Good night, good people.” That was a familiar voice that greeted all the library patrons each night at 8:55 pm and it was also Ron and Julia’s cue, the two security guards to get ready to make what they call the rounds. Each night after the library closed and all the employees and the people were gone Ron and Julia got to work. Anybody who thought that their job was e...
A Series of Excerpts from the Journal of Yuki Griffin
22/03/153508:47 - The roses I planted last month are growing quite well, they should begin to bloom within the week. The magic array in the sunroom had to be tidied up, but that's usual. Not much has happened in the library quite yet, though that's bound to change as the day continues on. 10:32 - A mother just entered with her child, she’s obviously a pureblooded angel, yet her son looks more like a vampire… maybe he's a hybrid like me? I could be mistaken. He’s adorable, though. He seems to enjoy the picture books about dragon history. I wonder what it would like to have kids of my own some d...
beneath a different light
Keeva found the dead man first. Melara could tell she’d picked up the scent by the way she extended her neck, suddenly keen on the trampled path of snow they were following.“Show me,” Melara said, and the leopard bounded ahead.Melara followed more slowly, less sure-footed in the deep snow than her silent companion. When she caught up, Keeva was digging in a snow drift. Melara’s heart sank. She’d been hoping whoever they’d been following had made it to safety, but she should have guessed from the blood spattered along the trail that things had ended poorly. The man Keeva pulled from the snow wa...