Of all the things I hate about Bethany, none is more irksome than her clomping. She clomps around at all hours, each footfall landing solid on the hardwoods and reverberating throughout the house.
It’s just a story. That’s what you’ll tell yourself. That’s how folks keep from losing their minds. But I seen things—horrible things. And there are things even I won’t dare to look at.
The fire in me is born of righteous indignation. I don’t care what holiness you claim or what heathen name you call me. I know what I am, and I stand against those who would abuse.
When they found him, he was incoherent. “They come in the night,” he said. Evelyn knelt beside him. She scanned his face. His eyes wandering to the floor as he muttered, “That’s when they come.”
Raven turned slowly. Her hands were full, but she just dropped everything she held onto the bed and walked over to Heather. She stood before her, glowering. “Do you know what we did?” she asked.
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She’s like a perfect storm building on the horizon. You can smell the rain. You think to yourself, “It’ll be nice to fall asleep to the sound of rain tonight.” Then the tornado sirens go off.
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘crate’, ‘nerve’, and ‘simultaneous’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
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