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ravensintheattic
- Jul 24, 2019
- 1 min
Bloodlust by Chloe Gorman
Like a leech, he drained me. Slowly at first, until he cut a wound so deep the life cascaded from me like a tsunami. Bleeding. Dying. A husk was all that was left. An empty casket. A body devoid of a soul. You have made me a vampire. Reanimated the dead. Feverishly I hunt for you. Desperate for your taste on my tongue. Kiss me in the dark before the morning sun burns my skin. Chloe Gorman is a copywriter, aspiring poet & author. Her poetry and fiction leans towards romantic,
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ravensintheattic
- May 20, 2019
- 10 min
Rasputin's Gift by Bayveen O'Connell
“You knew this would happen, marrying a soldier,” Mama said as we stood on the steps outside Kazan Cathedral, “my father and his father... I had the sense to find a greengrocer.” She busied herself picking tiny lint balls off my black coat while thoughts jumped fences in my mind. There was no body. There were no pictures. Just an empty casket and Nikita’s personal effects from the barracks. I didn’t believe them. It wasn’t him. Mama ceased her plucking and lifted her hands, s
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ravensintheattic
- Apr 27, 2019
- 1 min
wayward traveler by Linda M. Crate
rusted garden gate woven with ivy has secrets she'll never utter, but no one thinks to listen to the songs she sings subtle little reminders of where and how carefully to wander here; because there are creatures lurking in and of the shadows creatures that make nightmares seem tame— drowning in illusions of grandeur they perceive themselves wiser than this gate firmly steeling herself shut they force her open, and on their own heads be it she thinks; they can encounter death
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ravensintheattic
- Apr 21, 2019
- 10 min
Lest Ye Be Judged by Shannon Greenstein
Come on, I say. Hurry up. Someone is going to see us. It is so close to the end of twilight that it’s practically night. It is unbearably cold, despite my gloves, despite my down jacket, despite the scarf and hat and layers of cloth which camouflage my form in non-varying shades of black. We have a flashlight, one of the portable torches reserved for rescue crews searching for teeth in the dead of night around the debris of an accident site, but it is only for emergencies;
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