Leah Suzanne Dewey
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I’m a writer who loves diving into horror, but I also explore romance, travel, health & entertainment. With a forensic psychology background, I’m chasing my dream of writing full-time.
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Drill Bits
“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things, and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things; the memories, experiences, and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Fog
I stepped out of class into the hallways of the university feeling like my mind had just been through the meat grinder. All this information had just been shoved in my brain like unfolded jeans into too small a drawer. I felt like I was retaining zero information.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Destroyer of Hearts
I did everything possible to convince him I meant it when I said I loved him. I did everything I knew how to make him believe this was it. I tried to help him feel like he was the love of my life, and it couldn’t get better than this. Him. For all his innocence and faith in me, he believed everything I ever said. I wanted to spare him the pain of all the doubt swirling around in my head. I wanted to protect him from the wild daydreams of something more that still filled my mind. But the pain came anyway. The tears and heartbreak. How could I have been so foolish?
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Poets
Realm Jumper
The air was musky and hot in the depths of the wild jungle. I momentarily wondered how she could stand it out here. The soft gravel and dried leaves crunched in a poetic, steady sound: crunch, crunch, crunch. I took a deep breath and smelled the familiar smells of local flowers, warmth through the trees, and, as expected: the smells of a witch.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Christian & The Devil. Content Warning.
She did her best to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her car into the brisk evening air. She paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the moon before dragging her heavy body to the front door. With just a bit too much force, she shoved the key into the lock and noticed the house was strangely quiet. As she pushed the door open, she dropped her keys and bags onto the floor to try to better grasp the image in front of her. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes started to turn wet.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Photo Jumper
Summer 1985. Walking the short path over the freeway. The sun is evoking sweat out of my pores. I can feel it soaking the creases of my rolled-up sleeves. There’s a new hole in my sneakers, which I’m almost grateful for. At least my left foot has space to breathe. This is still one of my favorite moments. I breathe in the sweltering summer air once more before pulling out of the photo.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
How Alaska Became Part of the United States
In the late 1800s, the world was a different place. Different countries of power traded land and made treaties to solve problems and avoid further wars. Despite Alaska being physically connected to North America, Canada, it was politically controlled by Russia from the 1700s until the 1800s, when it was traded to the United States of America.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in History
Campbell
There was a time when you knew me better than anyone else. We couldn’t be separated, and I couldn’t imagine life without you. I still remember every detail of your face. I still remember every different smile you had. I remember the softness in your voice and the scent of your skin as you held me close. I still remember those summer nights when it was so warm we could sleep outside and count the stars. You had loved me then. At least, I thought you did. Everything about you is frozen like a photograph in my mind. How could things have changed so much in six years? How could it have been so long since I even saw you, much less talked to you? I have no idea, but thinking about you now, the pain feels as fresh as it did the last moment I saw you.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Halloween Land
I am sitting in my car, dwelling on my anxiety and guilt, trying to nurse my nerves into submission. I sigh heavily and finally push open the car door - it feels heavier than usual. I loosen my tie and stagger into the house. Instantly, an aroma of sweet, savory foods hit me like a brick. She cooked dinner for me. My guilt rose to the forefront of my mind with excited intention.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Fire Killer
I nursed my coffee as I turned back onto 71st Road. I had gotten so used to seeing the familiar scenes of my silly town that I almost missed the small orange glow. I stared at it strangely, trying to process what I was looking at. I reached down and grabbed my radio.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
