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When I was young, I escaped into a plethora of alter egos: fabricated, bright, vaguely lucid, because I needed an escape from my father’s blows – his right hand, and the left he used to choke my mother, etching on my mind an early memory of pain, angst and helplessness, so very different from normalcy, and though my mother and I fought with passive strength, he sucked out all will, determination, drive and made us zombies trailing him like corpses while he displayed us as his Oscars, his achievements, and whether our feigned smiles betrayed our deep-seated lifelessness, I don’t know. 486 more words
Jeff continued to sweep one corner of the workshop. It was a mindless task. Hell, it was a task that didn’t even really need to be done, but it made him look busy. 919 more words
Ladies of Horror Flash Project - #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction
The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Melissa R. Mendelson