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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Alice in Reality
As Alice staggered to the back, she couldn’t help but feel everyone was glancing at her and whispering about her. She saw odd sideways glances and a low murmur of secret voices throughout the bus. She didn’t recognize anyone on the bus and had no idea what all the whispering could be about. Alice huddled herself into a small ball in the back of the bus and proceeded to look out the window and ignore her fellow passengers. She pulled out the cookie in her hand and wondered if it would even work in his land. Perhaps it was worth a try if it would keep everyone from looking at her so suspiciously. She popped the cookie in her mouth and chewed slowly. As she did the glances and whispers started to fade, as if she faded from view of all the other passengers.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey30 days ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
The animated walls seemed to shift and blend as her cart raced down the invisible tracks. Her heart pumped in her chest, and she started to shake as sweat built up around her temples. Cards were flying all around, some still bloody and some with knives and weapons aimed at her. The mangled, warped cartoons danced and sang her off as the tracks ended and dropped her down into a dark pit.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey30 days ago in Fiction
White Rabbit
She exhaled a small puff of smoke as she leaned back against the fading oak tree. She kept her eyes closed for a moment as she savored the feeling of the plant ash coursing through her body. Without sitting up from the tree she brought the small pipe up to her lips again to relit the plants inside.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Polar Nights & Northern Lights
The silence was deafening. I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard another human voice. I watched the crackling fire before me. It moved repetitively and seemed always as bored as I felt. I threw on a few more logs to keep the fire raging, but it still seemed dwarfed in the surrounding darkness.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Snowed Under
She held the hot cup in her hands, letting the warmth spread through her and ease the stiffness. She took small steps, watching the liquid hit the rim of the mug as she moved into the living room and sat in her armchair. Carefully, she brought the scalding hot drink up to her lips and took a first sip of Christmas cheer. It always brought her back to Christmases in her childhood. She eased into the calm of it and turned to look out the window.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Night Owl
The moon hung high in the sky, full and beaming. I couldn’t help but admire her confidence. I shoved my hands deep in my pockets and folded in on myself. I couldn’t feel the chill in the air, but it was always important to keep up pretenses.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Meet-Cute Mistletoe
It was warmer than I remembered, and it was a little disappointing. I had come to really love the snow and real white Christmases. Nothing here had ever felt right; it always felt like something had been missing. But it was too late, I had already made the choice to be here for Christmas.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Rise of the Machines
I am sitting in the dirt inside a cave on the hiking trail up the street from my old house. I look next to me to see my dog and my little brother still sleeping peacefully. It’s easier to forget how horrific real life is when we are asleep. I am glad they have an escape. I sigh and roll my eyes now to think about everything that’s happened and how it all started. It is so cliché, but in the end, the machines turned against us. The creations we made out of arrogance for convenience grew to overpower us. Though I think the first mistake was thinking we could control them in the first place. Once we gave them intelligence, we should have known better. Pretending like we could give life to these machines and they wouldn’t eventually realize we were using and abusing them. I mean, we had countless movies explaining why that was a bad idea before we even had the technology for AI, but the pompousness of humans of science and “progress” is wondrous and endless.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Them.. Top Story - December 2025.
The storm raged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train, the raindrops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
