S. L. McGee
Bio
A writer who has written for as long as I can remember. Mother, student, fashion enthusiast, self-professed blerd and all-around goof. Inspired by many horror/fantasy writers, and I write urban fantasy and horror.
Stories (8/0)
If You Love Me...
"Do you love me?" The girl coyly nods. "Of course, I do." "I know it's only been three months, but I already feel like we're so connected," the boy says, planting a kiss on her forehead as they lay in the grass and night gathers itself around them. "I just love everything about you and how you are with me. How you treat me. I've never had someone like you. I really appreciate you."
By S. L. McGee5 years ago in Horror
After Dark
My head. I had a splitting headache as I woke up to thickly pebbled dirt stuck to the side of my face. I barely took a breath when I inhaled dust, coughing immediately. I took note of my body, feeling the breeze sweep over my back as I turned my head from side to side. Nothing broken, so far. I braced my hands against the dirt, lifting myself slowly to my knees. Everything else seemed intact. Nothing missing, nothing fractured.
By S. L. McGee5 years ago in Horror
If Not for Nothing
I laid in bed, wondering, how did I get to this point? Missing someone, missing something, I didn’t have very long. Feeling the faint fingertips run over my arms, skin prickling. I closed my eyes as a pair of eyes looked back at me, drowning black as I fell deep. Lips and teeth casually nipping and pulling at me. I reached my hand up for my hair, ruffling it as I turned onto my side, hoping if I changed positions the thoughts would suddenly just disappear.
By S. L. McGee5 years ago in Filthy
Save Me In Time
As the cool heat of the liquid hit my lips, I replay events that continuously flash through my mind. My body barely ached, as a matter of fact, it never does. But I’m constantly putting it through the ringer day in and day out, giving myself this impression that I’m never truly present, a notion that leaves me feeling like I’m always on the run, always on the move. I get so mentally exhausted and run down by these thoughts. But I know it’s no use feeling this way, especially when I’m the only one in my city who can save it. Slamming a guy here, choking another guy there, throwing a car half a football field away from a small child. All of this to just hide away when it’s all over. I whine incessantly, but I know this is the way it has to be. The safest way is for me to coexist with the people who don’t know me, because I’ve seen what happens to those who save others. The one time you let them down they never forget it, and they never forget you for it. It turns into a love-hate relationship, and not one that is back and forth, no. It’s one where half of them love you, and understand, but the other half? You can never make things right again. Never.
By S. L. McGee6 years ago in Geeks
I Have An Insane Amount of Zombie Books
I have a problem. I have bought more than just a few books on zombies, or zombie adjacent genres. And I'm not sure why. I am not sure when I became "obsessed" with the zombie horde, I can't tell you where it sprang from, but I can tell you that the evidence is in my closet where I have neatly stacked the ones I've already read. I still have some that I have yet to read entirely through.
By S. L. McGee6 years ago in Horror
You Watch Me...
7:45 PM "Camera is on, and I'm ready to play. Action!" She grabbed her 'goody box' from underneath her bed, all rectangular and white. Clean. When everything it held on the inside was anything but clean. She grabbed the one that she knew would satisfy her the quickest, but she wasn't in for the short of it, no... she was going to make it last.
By S. L. McGee7 years ago in Filthy