Ash Phayge
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Writer of poetry (as Elle Jae) and short fantasy and horror stories. I have been writing for nearly 30 years, and finally have the chance to share my dreams with others.
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Cemetery House
Amelia scrubbed the wood floors of the living room. She scrubbed them three times a week, more if the weather was bad. And the weather had been bad. Storms had rolled in nearly a month ago and it hadn't stopped raining since. The house was old, rickety in some places, but with a solid roof and a good fireplace for cold and windy nights. The sunlight shone in through the black curtains she'd put up when the old man passed on. He joined his wife only two years after she had gone, leaving their young child in the care of a twenty year old maid. Amelia attempted to reach out to other relatives but no one replied. The child was so young and depressed and the townspeople pitied Amelia.
By Ash Phayge4 years ago in Fiction
