Justine Seifert
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Hope you enjoy what you find here :)
Always loved being creative. Former art student. Mom of one 🤍 Lover of whimsy and magic - Disney holds a special place in my heart!
Hopeless Romantic who also loves horror đź–¤
Stories (7)
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Trapped
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “Won’t you let me in?” Milo looked over the words scratched into the wall, reminding himself of what he already knew. It was a simple rule that had saved him countless times thus far, but his self-control was cracking. He padded over to the door, crouching to the floor to peak underneath. Bare toes coated in dirt and debris wriggled with impatience. Was a woman really standing on the other side? His hand trembled at the thought of slipping a finger under the crack to give one of the toes a poke. Just a small touch couldn’t hurt. Plus, he would be safe behind the door if anything should happen, right?
By Justine Seifertabout a year ago in Horror
Mommy Dearest
There was one rule: don’t open the door. Pain swirls in my stomach as I attempt to keep the vomit down. Sweat slick across my upper lip and a tremble in my hand as I reach for the doorknob. Mama’s voice shrieks from beyond the grave, don’t you fucking open that door, Myra. I pinch my eyes shut as though it will force her out of my mind. I want to scream back, but an invisible hand clamps down around my throat.
By Justine Seifertabout a year ago in Horror
Empyrean
The night sky bursts with sparks of pigment, swallowing up the stars with their light and dispersing into clouds of smoke. Onlookers cheer as the sky pops with explosions of celebratory bliss. Crystal glasses filled with fizzy liquid gold clink together as the newly married couple exchange a kiss. Lavish dresses and handsome suits cover the grounds of the manor, and the pungent scent of fresh flowers fill the air. The exchange of forced smiles is evident as guests dote on one another’s attire and remark on the grandiosity of the venue.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Fiction
Hysteria
Stares were coming from all directions as I ascended the stairs into my mother’s favorite restaurant. It must have been shocking to see a woman’s body so exposed. Bed head, platinum hair swallowing my face, and my red lips smeared in an unflattering fashion. My eyes were looking something like a dark-eyed raccoon, and the smell of cigarette smoke permeated the air as I walked by.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Fiction
Goddess of Vengeance . Top Story - April 2024.
“They are getting closer, Saoirse,” the trees whisper, “You need to hide.” My blood pounds in my ears and my chest feels heavy with doubt. What if I never make it to Serpent Cove? I shake my head as if to rid myself of the thought. Fear would not overtake my mind or shorten my strides. I could not stop; not yet. I had to gain more ground even though my body was giving out and the necromancers were closing in. If I were to be caught, I would never get another chance.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Fiction
