The first light along the winding path had bloomed with a brilliant red. At first there was nothing but the inky blackness of the night, the chill of biting wind, and the crunching of small feet on leaves. But as they walked, the ground had begun to shine like the sun, blood-red streaks cracking through […]Read more "Lights for the Dead Eyes"
This is Isabelle Spooner Stories! I am just an amateur creative writer as a hobby. Not really expecting to get published but hey, you never know, right? There’ll be drafts and stuff, nothing really long unless I decide to undertake a longer project or something. Irregular updates, I might post some of my older stuff […]Read more "Heyo"