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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Meet-Cute Mistletoe
It was warmer than I remembered, and it was a little disappointing. I had come to really love the snow and real white Christmases. Nothing here had ever felt right; it always felt like something had been missing. But it was too late, I had already made the choice to be here for Christmas.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Fiction
Rise of the Machines
I am sitting in the dirt inside a cave on the hiking trail up the street from my old house. I look next to me to see my dog and my little brother still sleeping peacefully. It’s easier to forget how horrific real life is when we are asleep. I am glad they have an escape. I sigh and roll my eyes now to think about everything that’s happened and how it all started. It is so cliché, but in the end, the machines turned against us. The creations we made out of arrogance for convenience grew to overpower us. Though I think the first mistake was thinking we could control them in the first place. Once we gave them intelligence, we should have known better. Pretending like we could give life to these machines and they wouldn’t eventually realize we were using and abusing them. I mean, we had countless movies explaining why that was a bad idea before we even had the technology for AI, but the pompousness of humans of science and “progress” is wondrous and endless.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Fiction
Them.. Top Story - December 2025.
The storm raged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train, the raindrops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Fiction
Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lie at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still,’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Confessions
Ask & You Shall Bereave
He dragged his backpack behind him as he pushed one foot in front of the other. Often, walking home was his only moment of peace. Abruptly, something wet and squishy smacked the back of his head. He stopped and looked around just in time to see two boys from his class running away laughing.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Fiction
AJ & Madiline
“How are we even still friends?” I asked, scoffing a bit under my breath. I knew she hadn’t meant to be irritating, but I guess that’s what I got when I asked an overly logical person to get creative with me. She laughed quietly, but I could hear she was offended by my question.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Fiction
She Is A Haunted House
The world is a shining, glittering movie of roses and sunshine. Beautiful music of hopes and dreams playing in the background like a welcoming theme song. The girls wear golden summer dresses while the boys wear salmon shorts and laugh over their shots of vodka. Everyone eats ice cream with sprinkles and smiles with their bikinis and surfboards. They pray over their meals and drink orange juice with their eggs and bacon made into a smiley face. The birds feel free to fly and sing everywhere. It’s like a summer breezin’ musical of an after-school special. Everything is open and fresh, people walk down the streets without a care in the world, saying hello to every neighbor they meet. It’s full of small talk and polite greetings. There are tiny dogs in purses and little poodles with perfect perms and ribbons. The world is painted with floral and pastel colors, and all of it makes me sick.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 months ago in Horror
