Allison Claye Williams
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Death by Chocolate
I stepped back to admire my work. The cake was huge, with the thick, chocolate icing carefully spread over its delicate surface. It looked absolutely perfect. My grandfather clock chimed as I placed the cake stand on the table. There was immediately a knock at the door. He has always been painfully punctual.
By Allison Claye Williams5 years ago in Criminal
Doomsday Diary
We run into the house. My mother immediately yells at me to get down into the basement. I look out the window. The sky is dark, but it looks like an average day in the middle of nowhere. “Violet,” my mother pushes me, “go downstairs.” I climb down the old, green, carpeted stairs. The basement looks exactly the same. We have only been here twice since we inherited this cabin from my grandfather ten years ago, but it still smells like him, like ivory soap and cigars.
By Allison Claye Williams5 years ago in Fiction
