
ALT Text is surrounded by a border of fall leaves and birds. Text reads: "#Flashtober Day 1: Hollow It is an expected truth that all small towns have their quirks. A certain style of pronouncing dark, an affinity for gothic poets, or an influx of stray cats along the alleys. A town’s quirk can say a lot about the town and the people in it. Happy Hollow, Michigan, for example, crawled with ghosts. Beside every living resident, two or three more stood like cobwebs on glass. A faint shimmer in an otherwise empty street. The extra shadow that cannot be accounted for. It’s the tingling in the back of your mind that whispers that something is off."

ALT Image of a dark forest with cartoon bats on two of the corners. Text reads: "#Flashtober Day 2: Thirst “I’m so thirsty,” I say. Bright light sears my eyes, only interrupted by flashes of dark shadows looming over me. The shadows murmur and gawk around me, but they stay out of reach. “Please,” I beg. “Just a little.” Steel chains weigh heavy on my thin arms. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I last drank. “Please!” I shriek. One shadow, smaller than the rest, inches closer. I whisper, “Please. I’m so thirsty.” Another step forward, and I lunge. The chains rattle loudly, but it’s too late. Fresh, warm blood fills my mouth. My thirst rests."


















