HeatMarie

Author: HeatMarie

  • The Ghost Upstairs

    Late at night when you are all alone there are noises that come from the floor above. At times they can be described simply like walking, and scratching, and panting, and slamming. At others the sounds are completely indscribable as though a portal has opened and the wind and water…

  • Killing the Angel

    The white screen appeared, the black line blinks, blinks, blinks. It beckoned me to write. “Type a word,” It said, “I dare you.” The well-marked path led into the botanical garden. Walking through, I smelled the fresh air and the flowers. I typed the words that created the fresh new…