Lauren Solomon
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November 3rd, 2020
It was a dull, overcast Autumn evening, a perfect day for a stroll before dinner. The gentleman went to his favorite coffee shop to pick up his usual, then crossed the street to sit in the sunshine as he drank. He had just settled down when something blocked his sunlight. He peered up at a rather tall man standing above him. The stranger smiled brightly at him, holding out a bag from the local sandwich shop.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Psyche
Childs' Play
"Bang." Winnifred Daemon Hoode, sixteen years old, aimed her pointer finger at the birds sitting in the nearby tree. "Bang... Bang!" She shouted, spooking the birds into flying away. She sighed. The birds were boring. The woods were boring, her life was boring. She walked down the crumbling stone path, aligning the rubber of her boots with the edge of the stones. She balanced herself so that her steps hung halfway off the path, causing the grass to bend over slightly. No doubt by this point her mother was looking for her. Red never understood why. Ever since she was a child she had wandered through these woods. Her mother had given up trying to stop her around two years ago, so long as Red promised to stay on the path. And she had followed that rule ever since, but today was different. Today her mother had forbidden her from visiting her friend Goldie.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Horror
