Deliciously Dark, Fiction

Keepsakes

Tiny spiders tumbled from my mouth, one by one. I woke in a cold sweat, my hands clawing at my parched lips. A dream, only a dream, I thought. I clenched the covers with trembling fingers, trying to still my nerves and catch my breath. Resigned to the fact that sleep would not return any… Continue reading Keepsakes

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