Skinwalker II
A microfiction horror story.
The snow outside had footprints, but I couldn't hear a soul in the silence of the night. The full moon rose above the hills, while the sharp sensation of cold ran down my spine. When I turned my back on the wilderness to make my way inside, I saw the reflection of myself staring back at me, but this person had dead eyes.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Creepy! Nice job.
So, so well done. Actually gave me chills.
Oooo, this was a wonderful treat for me! I loved it!
nice
You've lost none of the concision and mystery in your expansion of the original, what can I say. The mirrored flip of a transition is so smooth and invasive. Structure, event, and atmosphere I would say is perfect. But I still feel there's something very small missing to have the entry you want. For me, I think it's a matter of phrasing and vocabulary. A couple rarer or choice words throughout, something that can channel the atmosphere you've given and add to the sense of the unusual.
Oh very chilling! Nice one, Ashley!
I hope this is a, "To be continued!"