He recognized the tape recorder in his childhood bedroom. He rewound the tape and pressed play, listening to his young voice chattering about whatever came to mind. When his mother’s voice joined in, he paused the tape, heart aching with nostalgia and loss.
He had forgotten. How had he forgotten?
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
The dog’s nose tingles with the scent of magic. The fae folk are near, and their tricks are many. Secrets are packed in boxes, as trustworthy as the spider to the fly. He barks, he bays, he howls his warning song. Unfortunately, the human only replies, “That’s just the mailman.”
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
It was my first day in the juvenile psychiatric ward. The wall inside was painted with a mural – a cheerful daytime scene of a child flying a kite. I could relate. But I wasn’t the child; I was the kite, tethered to the earth by nothing but a single string.
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
A mouse gnawed a hole into the side of an abandoned journal. Thoughts long forgotten were shredded into a nest of tangled words. The owner was now gone, and his family wouldn’t miss what they didn’t know had been lost. The mouse’s eyes fluttered shut, her bed speaking of memories.
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
A spirit dances through a web of sunlight and shadows that streams in through the window. A cat, white as a jasmine flower, stares straight at him. He whispers his name into her ear, then fades into the light. What’s one more secret to a cat? Unimpressed, she grooms herself.
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.