Nobody could've known about our experiment. We kept the secret within our coven, enchanted so no one could say it without dying. Yet the entire town is at our door, demanding we revive their ancestors. We look at our freshly awakened corpse. Its jaw falls off. We're screwed.
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Drawing in the Reins: An Illustrated Collection of Reined-in Horror
Horror[Ongoing] A collection of short, unsettling tales accompanied by my artwork. Updated every Wednesday. Feedback is always appreciated! Stories are mine. Artwork is mine. Cover art is mine. © 2020-2022 SkittishReflections - L. M. Shayle