Written and Edited By: Kerry Morgan
The couple inside the big red Ozark Tent were struggling with their sleeping bags. "I told you we should put our heads at the top of the decline. If we don't we'll feel like our eyes are going to explode, and there isn't a way around the slope. Why can't you just put your head under the skylight thing or something?" Lisa asked perturbed with her husband's issues which...
Deep in the night the temperature began to drop. As Dan and Lisa exhaled their breath not only fogged, it created crystals around their mouths where they drooled down their pillows. The freezing wind blew in lightly from the opened tent flap and seemed to swirl above them like a tornado that did not touch the ground. White and blue twirled above them in a great big spiral...
Brenda Wilkins walked around her natural stone alters happy with her work. The once dark haired vixen with a virtually translucent complexion had tried for years to gain the power she'd lost over a century ago when her Order had cast her out for performing rituals of an uncouth, destructive manner on the local villagers. As soon as the Order had discovered her behavior against...
The trees had hidden her movement for the days she traveled down the mountain following the river in secret and shadow. When she reached the edge of the forest she looked out over a cliff the trail she'd been following led her too, where the water crashed down to the jagged rocks miles below. Beyond the waterfall she could see a town but it looked nothing like the...
Brenda Wilkins spent years in her cave. She gathered beeswax for making candles, kept her fires burning and stole a large black kettle pot for cooking and her brewing. Her cave offered shelter but little real warmth. The only reason she stayed and didn't move down into the town was because of the terrible people who resided there. They taunted her, hurt her with thrown stones...
Three boys were laughing and wrestling with each other up the winding trial. They were on an adventure and seeing who could give the darkest, biggest, most lasting bruise to another was part of it. As they tumbled out of the forest they found themselves sprawled out before a cave. Water dribbled down the sides of the cave where patches of mossy earth had been plunged into the...
Steven was already awake and bent over backwards on a sharp rock. He kept wiggling to try to get the point out of the center of his back when he heard Gavin scream. He lifted his body up to see Gavin across the way at the entrance of the cave bent backwards over a rock too. Jonny was in the same predicament but hadn't awakened yet. They seemed to be lined up in front of the...
"Icy bits. Icy bits? That what it looks like is covering Jonny. It's almost pretty. It's like there are thousands of little snow crystals all over him except..." As Gavin watched, Brenda came back into his view standing over Jonny. He didn't say a word because she was blowing something on him. It was like a weird swirling mass of white and blue light making a great big...
Brenda inhaled the essence of cold that had been Steven. She held her breath for ten seconds relishing the deep freeze within her. She then exhaled three times and each time she exhaled, a blue and white mist exited her lungs. One cloud went immediately to the side of the stone cave and frost appeared as it hardened creating beautiful patterns against the old gray stone.
Kerry Morgan has been writing for over thirty years, and she still adores it. She has a number of publishing credits in Zines as well as Anthologies. Kerry has a novel called The Astral Avenger and is working on its sequel. Mrs. Morgan's latest published works appear in The Ladies of Horror 2009, which are some of her favorite stories, and features a brand new Angela Mystique adventure. She enjoys posting a continuing story on her blog hosted by myspace, and has attended several conventions. She was recently accepted into Broad Universe and enjoys helping the New England Horror Writer's association.
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