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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Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lie at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still,’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Confessions
Ask & You Shall Bereave
He dragged his backpack behind him as he pushed one foot in front of the other. Often, walking home was his only moment of peace. Abruptly, something wet and squishy smacked the back of his head. He stopped and looked around just in time to see two boys from his class running away laughing.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
AJ & Madiline
“How are we even still friends?” I asked, scoffing a bit under my breath. I knew she hadn’t meant to be irritating, but I guess that’s what I got when I asked an overly logical person to get creative with me. She laughed quietly, but I could hear she was offended by my question.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
She Is A Haunted House
The world is a shining, glittering movie of roses and sunshine. Beautiful music of hopes and dreams playing in the background like a welcoming theme song. The girls wear golden summer dresses while the boys wear salmon shorts and laugh over their shots of vodka. Everyone eats ice cream with sprinkles and smiles with their bikinis and surfboards. They pray over their meals and drink orange juice with their eggs and bacon made into a smiley face. The birds feel free to fly and sing everywhere. It’s like a summer breezin’ musical of an after-school special. Everything is open and fresh, people walk down the streets without a care in the world, saying hello to every neighbor they meet. It’s full of small talk and polite greetings. There are tiny dogs in purses and little poodles with perfect perms and ribbons. The world is painted with floral and pastel colors, and all of it makes me sick.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Horror
