Leah Suzanne Dewey
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I’m a writer who loves diving into horror, but I also explore romance, travel, health & entertainment. With a forensic psychology background, I’m chasing my dream of writing full-time.
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The Bolivia Mystery
Kaira brushed the unruly strands of her strawberry hair back behind her ear before putting both hands back on the table. She leaned heavily over the maps and ancient pieces of text spread out over the thick oak desk. Her coffee cup sat in the upper corner, leaving rings on the edges of the papers and at different points in the cup where the remaining contents rested for hours at a time.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Monster Mash
This was a good first step, I told myself as I entered the cafe. I kept repeating that phrase, but it didn’t make it easier to blend in. I glanced around at all the humans sipping their coffees and getting caught up in their own little worlds. I envied them that simplicity. Humanity was always easier. I frowned and turned my attention back up front.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Nightmare Man Monologue
I didn’t start off as a villain. Can I really be called a bad guy if I only kill off worse bad guys? I mean, I don’t think even Mother Theresa could have argued for the men I killed. The world is certainly better off without them. Though I suppose it isn’t unreasonable to say the world might be better off without me, too. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Morgan
She’s a fickle thing. Moving, changing, redirecting. Like aurora lights shifting in and out of new coloring. She can never settle on one thing. Her eyes reflect the promise of the horizon. Her mind lingering on the hope of new experience. Oh, she loves you, my darling - to a near obsessive degree, have no doubt. But she’s never relied on you loving her back to thrive or feel complete. She compliments her own soul. Detached from the strings of this world’s acceptances. Her wings spread far, determined to reach it all, know it all. Her love and her lust for wisdom is the most demanding force of all. She longs to fall in love with the void. To understand the infinite and become one with the divine. As wonderful as you are, my sweet you can not hold her down. You are not that powerful. You can not trap a wild heart any more than a man alone stands a chance against a wild, hungry lioness. But whisper the language of loyal love. Call to her spirit with your promise of devotion and she might just give you her heart of her own accord. Be careful, though, my darling: a wild heart is dangerously beautiful to behold.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Poets
The Shift
“I hope it’s not meaningless to apologize because I am so sorry,” I whispered. Her heated breathing faltered for a moment but she said nothing. Soundless tears dripped heavily from my eyes but I followed her instructions and continued walking out of the house.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Mirror Mirror
The room was backward. It was like looking at a reversed photograph of the space. My head was still foggy and spinning, but I was awake enough to know that something was wrong. I was in my house, and yet, it was clearly not my house at all. Everything was familiar, but it was all different. Even the sunlight seemed to be coming from the wrong side, as if it rose in the west and was spiraling in the opposite direction around the earth.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Sell Your Haunted House
The wind whistled wildly around me, practically screaming as I edged towards the house. But its warnings were falling on deaf ears. I knew what awaited me, and I had long since passed the time of fear. I carefully unlocked the oak doors and opened them just enough to slip in.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Summer Nightmares
The pine trees swarmed around the lake like a great barrier keeping everything safely inside. To the boys: Patrick and Michael, it seemed like the woods were creating a private summer getaway spot just for them. Of course, their parents and little sister were still tagging along - someone had to provide the snacks and juice boxes, they supposed. But once they had been well sunscreened and had their floaties tucked on they felt like they were swimming all along on their perfect island.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
