Bottledmelonseeds Stories

A black silhouette in the fog. A dark sky in the night. A brisk breeze in the bare limbs. A sound far far away of a scream of a creature about to die. (previously: Legen...

The Cruel (and Unusual) Story of Lydia E. Benson. My name is Lydia. Well, was Lydia. I was your average high school sophomore, but with a nice car and a thicker wallet...

http://theaglionbyhuntclub.tumblr.com/post/106287704436/aspen-forest-colorado-by-chad-galloway-im Embark on a journey with the AHC (theaglionbyhuntclub) to write and fin...

Tomorrow is November 1st. Tomorrow, out on that beach, someone will die. The November sea is all the colors of the blackened capall uisce now leaving it-dark and smoky a...