Ivana Mileusnic
Bio
I'm a writer who specializes in fantasy, Sci-Fi, and all things spooky. Hopefully one day soon my novels and stories will make it to the New York Times Best Sellers List like many of my idols and heroes before me.
Stories (4)
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Don't go to the Carnival at Night
The peaceful sounds of the cloudless night were drowned out by Britney’s obnoxious recounting of some controversial Instagram feud she was in. Her horrible nasally voice was far too high pitched to be natural and I could hear nearby animals scuttling in the underbrush. I squeezed Leo’s hand threateningly as my temper flared and he squeezed mine gently and leaned in whispering, “I’m sorry…”
By Ivana Mileusnic2 years ago in Horror
The White Widow
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Almost like it knew it would have company that night; the flame burned unnaturally still and bright against the wind that leaked through the ill-fitted windowpanes. None of the ordinary sounds from the lush woods reached the small clearing, as though nothing that lived, dared to go near the ring of barren trees surrounding the tiny structure.
By Ivana Mileusnic4 years ago in Horror
The Magnificent Deep Blue
Sunlight glittered off the water as our boat sliced through the water like butter. The beautiful, lush island of Oahu shrank behind us as we continued our trek into the sparkling sea. Waves crashed against the boat as we finally came to a slow stop. A thrill shivered its way up my spine as I pulled out our goggles and wet suits; my mom had instilled in me a love for the ocean, and this was to be my first real open ocean free dive with her.
By Ivana Mileusnic4 years ago in Fiction
Moonlight Adventures
Moonlight Adventures The peaceful sounds of the cloudless night were drowned out by Britney’s obnoxious recounting of some controversial Instagram feud she was in. Her horrible nasally voice was far too high pitched to be natural and I could hear nearby animals scuttling in the underbrush. I squeezed Bryce’s hand threateningly as my temper flared and he squeezed mine gently and leaned in whispering, “I’m sorry…”
By Ivana Mileusnic4 years ago in Fiction
