The snow outside had footprints, but I couldn't hear a soul in the silence of the night. The full moon rose above the hills, and the sharp sensation of cold ran down my spine. When I turned my back on the wilderness to go back inside, I saw a reflection of myself staring back at me, but this person had dead eyes.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.

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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Hi Ashley, Small, crisp and on point i liked it As you are good at horror stories I would like you to read my story "The Unseen Terror: A Tale of the Third Floor" and give me some insights to improve it.
I truly think you should go with this one. With the scaffolding of what you have already, a choice flushing out of this could make it more powerful. Although I can't tell you what the path is, I can give you some food for thought:
Wow, in three sentences. That's great.
Oooo, this made me grin so much! Loved it!
Well done you hit the right notes. Love the visual
Oh man, creepy! But also, very beautifully written ❤️ Well done!
Skinwalkers!! 😱great job
Ooooh! But what next? 😮
I enjoyed that.
Eeek! 😱🫣 This was great!