Miss Taylor: Part VII

Blurry. Then dark. Then blurry. Then dark again. She lay there for another moment, then let her eyes roll open again, this time resting them halfway as things began to focus. Her stomach hurt - but it always did. She'd been to every doctor in the country expecting to find out she had cancer or … Continue reading Miss Taylor: Part VII

Miss Taylor: Part VI

Click here to start with Part I Compulsions of both love and sardonic fear adorned her face. She could see his blood streaked across the white silk apron she had received for her 12th birthday. With tears soaking her rosy cheeks and sobs escaping her lips, the young girl created gruesome moon-shaped cuts in the … Continue reading Miss Taylor: Part VI