Cassandra McElroen
Bio
My imagination has saved me more times than I can count. I read and write fiction because it's the only way I can visit other worlds. I love animals and the natural world, which is why I pursued a degree in Zoology and Wildlife Ecology.
Stories (16/0)
Saliya
The rain was cold as it hit my head and rolled down my face. A steady percussion that was not enough to soothe the ragged edges of my grief. I stared unseeing at a cluster of star thistle, purple flowers shivering in the downpour. At my feet lay the bloody shards of my heart. I wanted to scream, to cry, but the loss was so deep it tore out my voice and swallowed my mind. I couldn’t process it, fathom how it had happened, or why I hadn’t been there. I stood, rooted to the spot. Exposed and vulnerable in my agony. If it cost me my life, I didn’t care.
By Cassandra McElroenabout a year ago in Fiction
I Was Supposed To Be On Vacation
I woke up with a jolt and focused on the gray metal a few feet above me, feeling my body rock. What? I was on a bed in a room. The blue cushioned chair and dark window a few feet away, combined with the motion, let me know exactly where I was but not how I had gotten here.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Horror
Tribulation
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Despite its empty state, the cabin was not a decrepit molding thing but was rather large and lovely. It once sat deep in the wood far from the nearest town, but over time, civilization moved closer, and a well-used road sprouted up, with one gentle curve passing just 40 feet from the front stoop. For decades cars sped by, oblivious to its existence amongst the dense trees, until one night in late winter, during an unexpected and hellish storm, a young couple newly married were passing through on their way to a new life.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Horror
Karma
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That same night, a new owner of the cabin drove up in his green F350 diesel truck. It was almost deer season, and Chuck Hammond was eager to set up his new hunting cabin before the season began. His friend Rolly had been bragging for a year about the Fallow buck he’d bagged last season, and Chuck was determined to outdo his braggart of a friend. If only to shut him up for five minutes.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Horror
Tribulation
This story has been heavily edited and reposted with the same title. Link at the bottom. Feel free to read either. The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Despite its empty state, the cabin was not a decrepit, molding thing but was actually rather large and lovely. It once sat deep in the wood far from the nearest town but over time civilization moved closer and a well-used road sprouted up, with one gentle curve passing just 40 feet from the front stoop. For decades cars sped by oblivious to its existence amongst the dense pines and fir trees, until one night in late winter, during an unexpected and hellish storm, a young couple newly married, were passing through on their way to a new life.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Fiction
Airen
Chapter 1 “Marisendra Bell Corllina, I just mended that dress!” My mother stood in the doorway of our modest cottage, hands on her hips, glaring at me. To be fair, I deserved her glare. It also wasn't her worst by far. The slight twitch of her mouth gave her away, but I hung my head anyway, playing my part. Letting my shoulders drop, I was the picture of a remorseful daughter who was in serious trouble. My mother stepped to the side and threw her hand, finger pointing inside our cottage. I obediently walked past her. As soon as the door slammed shut with a loud crack, the charade was over and my mom was hugging me.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Fiction
I'll Get You Where You Need To Go. Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The Prologue can be found here (the story picks up immediately after the prologue): The ground was a blur as the Dragon ascended, its wings dipping into view with each downbeat. The pull of gravity was disorienting and my neck bent forward as the beast surged higher.
By Cassandra McElroen2 years ago in Fiction
