The Cool Girl A horror trifle I wrote in two hours, flexing my Lovecraft muscles. Slightly NSFW. Lexi wanted to be one of the cool kids at Miskatonic Prep. The Cool didn’t call themselves that, of course. The not-cool had named them that. The Cool had the latest clothing, the hottest haircuts, the most …
A few brushstrokes brought the skull to light. She dribbled some water on it to remove the caked clay. Homo denisova… the first intact cranium. Then she gasped, crabwalking back. Where the water had touched bone, skin and hair were growing. I write this flashfic in under five minutes. I’m more than a little proud …