E.K. Daniels
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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Death
With no eyes, I see The sky, a new horizon. The earth, my new home.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Bone Jenga
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But the landlord hadn’t specified which door, and Jill found that amusing. The apartment had four, including the bathroom, and so far, they all worked like doors should—hinge, creak, click. Still, his face had that flash of discomfort when he said it, like he was waiting for her to ask something.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Horror
Knock, Knock
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Vera had never been one for rules. They begged to broken. Day after day, the door lurked in the distance of her desk. Like a large red button or the array of numbered circles on an elevator, it begged to be pushed. Or in this case, pulled.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Horror
Pandora
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Sera had always been told it was off-limits. The door had been part of the lab for as long as she’d worked there, a quiet, unassuming presence at the end of the hall. She’d walk by it every day, the warning etched into her mind—don’t open it, no matter what.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Horror
It Was Never About the Yarn. Top Story - March 2024.
It all started with yarn. Literally. My Mom's a knitter. She was sitting on the couch, lamenting her woeful first attempt at knitting as her toes poked through the many holes of the blanket draped over her. She had crocheted for many years before, and decided to teach herself knitting. This blanket was the end result of a several months-long journey of connecting loops. A contrast to her comfort zone of knot-making with crochet.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
