Life Swallowed her whole

 

    With family and other obligations of survival, her bright pages turned black. The writer of horror and true crime always loved her words hitting the page and sharing her thoughts, but as of late, the only mystery she solved was lurking sleepless nights due to chronic pain and planning kids' games, and with that, her notebooks were collecting dust, and her voice went silent. 

Silence does not last forever.

    In the corner of her room, the old pages and books sat patiently waiting for new words to be written. One morning, when she awoke, she saw some words on a page that she did not remember writing, but she thought nothing of it. The days have been nothing but jumbled together, so maybe she wrote them herself and doesn't remember. 

    There were chilling accounts of crimes and horror that she never researched herself that mirrored recent news. The victims mentioned were ones that she had never even heard of… until she looked them up, and every single detail written was true. 

    Everyone thought that she had taken a break, but the truth was darker than anyone realized. Someone or something was taking her published hand and bringing her back into the craft that she thought she had abandoned. A craft that she treats like a baby. A craft that she has worked on her whole life. 

Writing is a craft

Writing is my craft

Writing is one craft I take seriously.

Thank you for sticking with me as I create more stories. I am working on a podcast where stories will be told by video, too. 

STAY TUNED.

L Mystic Saga