Get the entire story posting schedule here! Scroll to the bottom for a giveaway. Untitled (Summer Camp) BY Ryan Bartlett Title: Untitled (Summer Camp) Media: charcoal and pastel About the Artist Ryan Bartlett is an artist based out of Orange, California who specializes in detailed works done in charcoal and mixed media. Ryan has participated in previous Pen & Muse writer & artist showcases and you may find them here (The Dark Carnival), here (12 Days of Christmas), and here (Haunted Hotel). He's been a featured[...]
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Summer of Screams
0 Get the entire story posting schedule here! Scroll to the bottom for a giveaway. Camp forever BY Rena Olsen “She wasn’t always the ghost of Camp Forever,” I said, keeping my voice low and eerie as I glanced around the circle, making eye contact with each of the mesmerized girls, using my flashlight as a spotlight in the otherwise dark cabin. “She once was a camper…just like YOU!” “BOO!” A dark figure jumped against the window of the cabin and the girls screamed, scattering as far from the intruder as they could. Most ended up in my l[...]
Get the entire story posting schedule here! Scroll to the bottom for a giveaway. Crime of Passion at Camp Melodic Cove BY Kristin Rivers It was supposed to be a beautiful wedding that summer evening in July for Sonia and Robert with family and friends as their witnesses; until the girl turned it into a bloodbath. They had prepared for this occasion for months, receiving permission from the Christian camp belonging to Melodic Cove Community Church to hold the ceremony. Around for eight decades, the camp and church has had its ups and downs economically,[...]
Get the entire story posting schedule here! What Came in the Cloud by Jamie Adams It’s just past lunch when the cloud arrives. Deeks is on his way to the tennis court behind the dining hall when it descends, a languorous, bloated pool of indifferent plum. He looks up and when he looks down, he finds that his steps leave scorched earth behind him and his hands are blackening swiftly. In the dining hall, Margo and Luke clear their dishes and step outside. The campers come tomorrow and it’s time for a dry run down at the waterfront. When 300 seco[...]
Get the entire story posting schedule here! The Art of Crafting friends by Kathleen Palm The first time I saw a ghost, I was three. The wispy form of Dad came to my room and said good-bye. I remember it clearly, how the flowered wallpaper on my wall cut across his middle, vague blobs of color shining through his gray form. I remember his wavering grin and the shine of his eyes. I remember how free he was. No more questions. No more pain. No more limits. Just cold bliss. I hold onto that image, that feeling as I tuck my hands in my lap, my fingers[...]