DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
19 January 2023
The ghost turned around to face her. Liz had to take a step back, because the entire left side of the ghost’s face was missing, leaving just the skull below the hairline.
Even that, Liz could have handled. One doesn’t become a field-based anthropologist by being squeamish, especially around human remains. No, the trouble came when the ghost opened its mouth and screamed.
17 January 2023
Elizabeth gave him a flat look, though the effect lost a lot of its power since she was drenched in sweat. “Ghosts aren’t real. And even if they were, wouldn’t that be the exact kind of thing your crew would avoid?”