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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The Grave
The more I shifted, the more dirt started to fall into my mouth. I had never really been claustrophobic, but being trapped in a coffin changes one’s perspective on things. They couldn’t even have the decency to bury me with a lighter. I pushed effortlessly on the walls around me, surprised by their sturdy resistance. True, they had to carry a body, but usually that body wasn’t putting up much of a fight once on the ground. The air was getting a bit thinner, and the dirt around me felt a bit cooler. I wondered how long I had been trapped down here.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Psycho Killer
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage… The lyrics blasted on as the poisonous liquid splashed around my decaying body. I rolled my eyes at the irony. I guess you’re probably wondering how I ended up here: dead in a tube, acid eating away and melting my skin. It’s my own fault, really: it’s my fault that my wife is dead. That my wife killed herself. Lena always said if I did anything to harm Ilona, she’d kill me. But you know how women are: they say threats like that, knowing they won’t do shit, then go home and complain “all men suck” into a bottle of white wine and too much chocolate. Or so I thought. I guess this time it bit me in the ass. I always told Ilona that Lena was a psycho person, that she should get better friends. Turns out Lena might have just been the best friend Ilona ever had. Good for her. Shitty for me.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Don't Fear The Reaper
She threw out the last of the flowers today. Silently, I followed her out to the side of the house and watched her dump them in the trash; it felt a little like she was dumping me in the trash. Her tears were emotionless now, like a repetitive habit just streaming down her face. She walked back inside and started washing the vase. Just going through the motions. I stood in my normal spot in the kitchen: the corner between the oven and the fridge. I just watched her, knowing, by now, she wouldn’t listen or hear anything I had to say. I sighed deeply, wishing I could just explain.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
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
