Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Passing the Torch by L.L.Sanders Presented by @GoddessFish
PASSING THE TORCH
by L.L. Sanders
Deep in the Arizona desert live a girl and her dad, burying secrets--and bodies.
Mesa Kingston's first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old. Back then it
had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found that they buried in the backyard
of their isolated cottage. At age fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the
reptile's remains, and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow.
Now, the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by drowning
them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than even she can perceive?
Good girls do anything for their fathers, including rob, cheat, and kill, and I always considered
myself a good girl. The time I first came to that conclusion will stay with me forever. Years later,
here I am, still fulfilling my daughterly duty.
After wiping the sweat from my palm onto my jeans, I press the bulbous tip of the match against
the strike strip on the side of the small carton. My hands shake worse than Grandma's had
when trying to slice her ninety-first birthday cake just a few hours ago, but I manage to run the
match across it anyway. The flame comes alive at my fingertips, dancing merrily at the prospect
of latching on to something and disintegrating it into smoldering embers. Although the light
breeze causes the flame to flicker at the end of the matchstick, I'm aware of the control I have
over it. I watch the glow change shape through a veil of tears and with that the decision was
The flame will get to perform its destructive duty.
I flick the match toward the pile of wooden planks that used to be the porch. Instantly the fire
catches the fumes of the pooled liquid and expands so quickly a wall of gasoline-scented hot
air rushes me before the blaze travels deeper into the house. I back away to a safe distance as
the straw-like grass crunches beneath my feet. Nearing the homemade fence, which is nothing
more than a double row of chicken wire, I hear the screams from the distance, cries of agony
that meld with my memory like two spreading pools of melted wax. I can't stop the waterworks. I
don't even make an attempt.
The L.L. stands for Leslie Lee. I write erotic romance and post-apocalyptic/dystopian fiction
But horror and thriller fiction is what I grew up on, what inspires me, and what began my pursuit
to authorship. I’ve written many short scary stories since the 6th grade. Now they’re much more
mature in general, thanks to the wide range of emotion and experience I’ve encountered over
I’m a huge fan of horror and psychological thrillers in every fashion, including movies, books,
art, campfire tales, etc. Some of my favorite stories are those that twist at the end or are
ambiguous with deep societal or morality themes. This includes dystopias like Hugh Howey’s
Wool, psychological thrillers like Shutter Island, and popular and classic horror/romances like
V.C. Andrews’s Flowers in the Attic, my favorite.
All my ideas start with a twist, which is exactly how most of my stories end.
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