Laura Melvin

Joined January 2021

3 stories

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Writing from the wilds of British Columbia, Canada.

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Surrender
Margaret pressed her ear against the door. “Hear anything?” She held up her hand, signalling Jerry to be quiet. She closed her eyes, straining to hear through the wood. Jerry paced across the small room behind her. She concentrated on tuning out the dull thud thud thud of his footsteps. Her teeth clenched, biting back a sharp “Shut up!”. If she made any noise at all this close to the door, they might hear her.
By Laura Melvin5 years ago in Families
Mr. Black's Collection
She held the book in her hands as delicately as if it was some ancient thing, a breeze away from disintegrating into dust. Never before had she held something with so much power.
By Laura Melvin5 years ago in Horror
The Path
The Path The ground slides underneath my feet. It’s hard to get any traction on the muddy trail so I run slower than usual, knowing I won’t make my goal time. But hey - I’ll sacrifice a good lap time to avoid a sprained ankle any day.
By Laura Melvin5 years ago in Horror