Month: November 2014

Ghosts in the Suicide Forest – Part 4

It took several hours but Maiv eventually gathered enough stones to build a cairn. It would protect his body from scavengers until she could make other arrangements. She set the last stone, muscles groaning from the strain, and sat down…

Ghosts in the Suicide Forest – Part 3

Alice mumbled, “That’s terrible.” “Yes,” Maiv said simply. “Why did he do it?” She sighed. “Why does anyone?” Alice’s brow furrowed. She said angrily, “It’s not the same.” The old woman set the hologram on the table and turned it…

Ghosts in the Suicide Forest – Part 2

Don’t die, Marco. I’m coming. Maiv repeated this mantra over and over in her head as she pushed her way through the forest and sheets of rain. Wet branches slapped at her face and arms, brambles tore at her jeans.…

Ghosts in the Suicide Forest – Part 1

Alice ran, trying to shut out the voices; whispers on the edge of hearing crated a sense of dread and despair. A wave of nausea swept over her as brambles tore at her clothes. Her lungs burned as she gasped…

New series – Ghosts in the Suicide Forest

We start a new story this week and I’ve chosen to share “Ghosts in the Suicide Forest” with you next. It’s a science fiction/horror story. I know, just what you wanted for the holidays. You’re welcome. This story explores, at…

New T-shirts!

We’ve added two new designs to the Mystic Sheep Studios Galloree store. Check them out! “this is what bisexual looks like” “this is what genderqueer looks like” Just in time for the holidays. Proceeds go to help fund the printing…