By Molly Rene There was something contradictory about that old plantation house at the end of the gravel road. Forgotten in the backwoods of Montgomery, Alabama, the house lay sleeping for decades just waiting to be woken up. It stood tall and sturdy but sagged slightly on its Greek revival pillars, like an aging matriarch…Read more Magnolia
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Panic
By Molly Rene Something isn’t right. There is a monster that follows me. Not just follows… possesses. Always there. Always watching. Her shadow creeps through my veins like the calm before a storm. Then it happens. I can feel claws on my chest and pressure behind my eyes. I feel myself slipping away. She’s here.…Read more Panic
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