A 50-word micro fiction from my Scottish Gothic Collection inspired by the beautifully haunting landscapes in The Borders, Scotland.
Annie recognized the insidious grin on her dad’s face. The same ominous expression the mailman had before he took his phantom form and dissolved into
Dozens of spirits swirled in the thick wet paint. Their smoke-like forms snaked around each other, and the surface appeared alive. The old man, the
“Annie?” The frantic woman cried as she raced through the hallway in search of her daughter. She flung every door open, but none of the
To listen to the audio version narrated by Jacqueline Belle click HERE Our children haunt our hearts with joy and agony. We bleed for them and