Bottledmelonseeds Stories

Tomorrow is November 1st. Tomorrow, out on that beach, someone will die. The November sea is all the colors of the blackened capall uisce now leaving it-dark and smoky a...

The Cruel (and Unusual) Story of Lydia E. Benson. My name is Lydia. Well, was Lydia. I was your average high school sophomore, but with a nice car and a thicker wallet...

http://theaglionbyhuntclub.tumblr.com/post/106287704436/aspen-forest-colorado-by-chad-galloway-im Embark on a journey with the AHC (theaglionbyhuntclub) to write and fin...

A black silhouette in the fog. A dark sky in the night. A brisk breeze in the bare limbs. A sound far far away of a scream of a creature about to die. (previously: Legen...