Short Story Archives - Cold Open Stories

Return To The Land

I follow the moon and hope its light will answer my questions.

“Wait,” she replied. “The haint. It’s bound.”

'This trial cannot be overcome with raw power. You face the very notion of fire itself.'

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”