Category: gothic fiction

  • Penelope


    Margot inserted the key in the lock and choked back the tears. She took a deep breath, feeling the gloom inside the now empty house, once warm and welcoming, and always smelling of cookies. Grandma Penny loved to bake, and Margot had eaten the last cookie of what would be Grandma’s final batch that morning.…

  • The Barren Hill

    The Barren Hill

    Liza sat on the bench across her grandmother’s grave. The fresh flowers radiated their bright colors in the waning day while silent tears trickled down her cheeks as she reminisced the painful and joyful memories of her childhood. A thunderhead rolled over the sky and blotted the last rays of the orange sun. Cicadas buzzed…