He tore the axe from the mud, his eyes crazed. The screams came again and again, but he could not move. Was it the girl? Was it just the dogs? The eerie whimpers crept on as the moon rose high, and soon the snarling, panting, shifting, screaming sounds of the wild, hungry hounds pacing closer in the mucky grass came to his ears.
Author Archives: Jessica Barratt
Writer, Photographer, Academic | Founder of Manifest Content Solutions, wordsofhers.com, and thosepicturesshetook.ca
The Things That Stay The Same
When I was younger, I sought change (as we all do).
Little did I know that change would be my constant (as we all learn).
It’s only now, after so many years of it, that I realize how much I love all those little things that stay the same.
The End of the Road | Pt 7
“Ah, fuck.” Charlie’d reached for his smokes only to realize he’d forgotten to get another pack. He hadn’t walked that far, but the thought of going back into that store and facing her again was too much for him.
The End of the Road | Pt 6
The walk back to town was shorter than he remembered. Something about the way the sun was sitting and the slant of the hills, he guessed. His knees protested, but the rest of him was lighter now that he’d gotten a walk in him and some time to think of nothing at all.
The End of the Road | Pt 5
He woke the next morning clutching his throat, the pre-dawn sky casting an eerie pink light across the dark room. His eyes ran to the door. The door with the latch. It was closed.
Jessica Barratt 