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taylorschlades at morguefile.com Afterbirth Traci Kenworth     I could see the end of the tunnel. Light made streaks on the wall, pulling me towards it and away from the darkness. The water beneath my feet swished, spraying up to soak my hospital gown. I shook my head at its fuzziness. Where had I been?…

photo credit to Vanessa. The War Traci Kenworth     We set the corpses on fire and stood watching them burn. Some of them were our families, some strangers to town. In the old days, we would have used a cemetery. But the old days were gone. Only nightmares awaited us, asleep or awake. The…

Photo Credit: Vanessa Barger. The Round Table Traci Kenworth     “Scott,” I called from the corridor leading to what used to be an old college campus. The professor’s “staging” area had now been claimed by chairs and a table.             “What is it, Dawn?” he asked briskly.             I cringed at his tone. Once…

treeschoolmorguefileclick.com The Tree of Life Traci Kenworth     I’d searched for it most of my seventeen years to no avail. To find it here, beside a shack in the middle of nowhere cracked what little was left of my sanity. I fell to my knees before its brittle branches, its snow-covered fields. How could…

Seven things about me, hmmm. 1. I love my horror, but the more subtle and less gross versions. Lol. Some favorites are Supernatural and Vampire Diaries. I also read lots of Stephen King, Peter Straub, Christopher Pike, Stephanie Meyer, the list goes on. 2. I also love my comedies. Some favorites are How to Lose…

Keithcr at MorgueFile.com Playing on the Darkside Traci Kenworth     The beach party noise escalated. A group of us sat around the fire. Cassandre leaned forward and whispered, “Ever hear the legends about this beach?” I shrugged. “Where do you live, Eliza! The history of Rockfield Beach is rich.” “I just don’t pay attention to…

The Room by trubluboy An Indoor Trip Traci Kenworth                 The door was locked, or at least, guarded. Blame the school, my parents, my cousin, Walter, for that matter. I hadn’t been out to do anything wrong—even remotely but one whispered word to Natalie and somehow Walter had found out and turned my…

Mexican Souevinirs by haak78 Revolution Traci Kenworth                 I lined up the figurines as though they were on a chessboard, their little pointy-tipped hats and hidden faces making them seem no more than Halloween collectables.             Welcome to the witches’ playground.             I wanted to dance in ecstasy but held myself back.             Mustn’t…

  The Suicides    Traci Kenworth                          I pulled Wade’s jacket around me tighter as I stared out across the lake. The mist was moving in and I shivered. Six years. It had been that long since my sister stood on the bridge directly over from here and took her life. She hadn’t been…