2 votes   104 readings 5 min
Time stops for no one, but memories live on.
He brushes his hand over the dusty iron bars of the gate, palm coming back ashy and dark. The smell of damp shifts through the air, filling his nose [+]

Winner - Jury
PSU A Night at the Circus
0 vote   79 readings 5 min
The cheery yellow wallpaper seemed more dour lately- less like a quaint dandelion field and more like the pallid hue of a dying man’s cheeks. The lights always flickered and there was this infernal [+]

0 vote   31 readings 5 min
“Gemma, are you nearly ready?”
“Coming, mom. Just give me a second.” The reflection staring back at me in my vanity is a bland young woman with minimal makeup, nicely braided hair, and pearl [+]

0 vote   20 readings 5 min
“You saw it too, didn’t ya Nick,” Erika asked.
“Yeah, I saw it all. The dead body, the engraved pentagram on its back, the horrified students watching. All of it. But I didn’t see you [+]

4 votes   203 readings 3 min
Jesse stood in the middle of the rotting cattle he'd been missing.
"3 days" he said, spitting at the ground and drawing his revolver. He had foregone setting camp and tracked into waning hours [+]

Winner - Jury
PSU The Witching Hour
11 votes   215 readings 5 min
Waking in a cold sweat is nothing new. He always does that to me. His presence stifles me in my sleep. For now, he is not here, and so I throw off the scratchy covers, my slick back meeting the cool [+]

Runner up - Jury
PSU The Witching Hour