From the pages of the Dread Gods: Epistolary on the God-Human Condition
As I look up ahead, the trees split the sun’s rays perfectly, like something you would see in a postcard: something sent with love…
Crisp air rushed in through the open french doors, blowing Rosalie’s brown hair back and lifting the edge of her floral skirt. When she…
This week, the Revellations staff had another group writing session! This time, these short stories were inspired by unsettling…
You step through the dirt and leaves strewn about, the shining lights of Geisel…
You know that you’re not usually one for this sort of ridiculous thing. Your vision is perfectly fine, at…
You turn left, heading down the path into the Woods. Pleased by your choice, the…
The tunnel slopes up and up and suddenly you are running on the solid, flat concrete of…