She began to cry. She didn’t want to, didn’t want the men to see her weakness, didn’t want Sherri to draw more fear from her own desolation. She couldn’t help it, though. She felt alone and helpless. Like the time she was lost in the woods.

By dan.r.aas, January 5, 2014.

Found in Woods Are Dark, authored by Richard Laymon.


Sister Sun perched on the edge of her stool like a frail puppet held in place by a single fraying string.

By lilacsky, September 11, 2013.

Found in Fire and Ash, authored by Jonathan Maberry.