Midnight Snack

A pudgy man. Running. Panting. Crying. His tears, hot, smelling of salt. A howl. A scream. Blood. So much blood. Scarlet. Oozing. Delicious.

Rachel woke up, sitting bolt upright. She hated her dreams.

A half-gnawed arm lay on the blood-stained bedsheet beside her.

Rachel sighed.

She really hated her dreams.


2 thoughts on “Midnight Snack

    1. Thank you!

      I’d like to tell you that it’s an old writer’s secret, an intricate process that I’ll gladly share for a six-week $900 workshop, buuuut…

      The truth is I pull ideas out of the air and turn them into stories. My writing style has been shaped by a lifelong love of reading, and an affinity for weird, dark and humorous TV shows.

      Glad you like em, even if they’re not quite your cup of tea.

      I also have a general ‘life’ blog at strangerinastrangemind.wordpress.com. Having browsed your site, I think you might find it more up your alley. 🙂

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