Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com An excerpt from Screaming in the Forest by Jona Nightingale (me) I have told myself a thousand times to close that door The one love, a fragile emotion, seems to walk through Because it is now too painful to feel in the depths of my soul I feel like… Continue reading You smell of unknown things – A poem
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I tried calling
Hello, I tend to go silent quite often. It's a thing, though it has more to do with my mental health than you. But I wrote a short horror story, I hope you enjoy. The phone rings and rings, but I get your voicemail again. You haven’t answered in days, but I keep calling. Trying… Continue reading I tried calling
A Short Story: He Had It Coming
I have never thought of myself as a killer. Blood made me queasy, and I even failed college biology because I wouldn’t dissect the frog for the assignment. I clearly remember running from the lab to go empty my guts. I didn’t make it to the bathroom or trashcan in time. Not only that, but… Continue reading A Short Story: He Had It Coming
That Gleeful Smile
Photo by nappy on Pexels.com A Short Story by Jona Nightingale If I had to pick a moment when I knew I was an influential person, it would be my fourth birthday. It’s never the idea of what happened that did me in, but the smile on my mother’s face as they dragged her away… Continue reading That Gleeful Smile
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