by Whitney Zahar
The breeze kicked up a little, dampening my cheeks with a light, salty spray. My bare feet dug into the cool sand, and I curled my toes deeper into the coarse, damp grains. I watched the waves sweep and crash, a grey-blue matching my eyes.
My life has always been filled with monsters. Some were gentle, some passionate, some quiet and unsuspecting, some men, some women, and some bone-chilling terrifying. I've never known a world without them. I'm my own monster, too, I suppose. Bred and attached—a menagerie of parts from both my parents—idealistic, revered, hated, and admonished.
Inspired by the CW and Netflix show, Two Sentence Horror Stories, I decided to write and share a few of my own. Short horrors are my new favorite thing because they require a pause and some thought. Even though it’s quick to consume, it isn’t soon to digest. I hope you enjoy these five short horror stories. These spooky stories take some time to produce, so your support is greatly appreciated.