Summit Campbell
Joined December 2021
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Warning Wind
As I recall, it was a week before my birthday. September had begun ushering in the light autumn winds which shook the yellowing leaves on their scraggly branches. The usually green needles of the yellow pines began to dim to the color of their namesakes. And the tall grass was flattening all around the slopes of the mountain as the last long days of the year began to shorten.
By Summit Campbell4 years ago in Horror
The Subhuman
Morning sunlight could only break through the random gaps of space between the sheet metal cage which enclosed the slum on its east side. At noon the sun could shine down the divisions of the merging overpass highway which sealed the slum from above but afternoon was black.
By Summit Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
