The Sparrow's Nest

WARNING: STORIES MAY BE TOO SCARY FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES The names of the individuals have been changed to protect their identities. The small town of McNary is kind of split in half. One one side is the main town, but on the outskirts is a part of McNary that the people like to call Indian Camp. It's been called that since before political correctness had a place in society. When the roads used to be made of dirt and the forest was thicker, a girl went hitch hiking. As she headed for the highway, she ran flat into a hairy creature standing on two legs. She didn't scream, but turned around and walked back home. She tried to keep calm, because she was afraid that if she ran, it would chase her. Closer to the old sawmill are a row of houses. There, a man I'll call Randy hooked up with a woman I'll call Marie. She had two children. One night, Randy and Marie decided to grab a pizza and a movie to bring back home to them. Everybody was excited and the ki...

Hi, everybody! I did something stupid again. 😊 Being that I'm single beyond belief, I joined several dating sites. I'd never done it before and figured, what do I have to lose? I still have nothing to lose. If you want to find yourself a beautiful weirdo who'll bump you into the next season of Forensic Files, you need a ridiculous amount of money just to send a stupid message. Most sites are so stupid you have to pay just to see who sent you a message. Of course, you can never send any yourself unless you upgrade to premium, which is being able to do everything you can already do for free on Facebook, Twitter and everywhere else. Since when has love costed money? I'll tell you where. In the red light district. I got my very first flirt from this hunk. And I mean, Gale from Hunger Games kind of hunk. Wow! Dating sites are like magic! I'm really going to get a boyfriend! I will no longer be boyfriendedly challenged. I clicked so fast on his profile m...

Hello everyone! Today, the talented Miracle Austin is here with me, discussing creepy writing! Enjoy, and learn from a master! Be sure to check out her books and other writings. They're absolutely fantastic and deliciously creepy. Creepy Writing Tips Salutations, readers, I want to take this time to thank Miss Julia Benally for inviting me to her blog. Before I dive into the topic above, I wish to introduce myself. My name is Miracle Austin, and I’ve been writing off and on, since junior high. A few years ago, I rediscovered my love for writing. I must confess that I never thought I would become an author. Well, four books later, it is my reality. As you may have guessed, my favorite genres to write include the horror and supernatural realms. I was introduced to both when I was a pre-teen and teen in the late 70s and 80s, via listening to a spooky AM radio series on Friday nights with my mom. Watching scary movies and later reading books by Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, R....

Moon Dancer is my favorite short story. Like Seven Floors, it received buckets of hate before it was loved. I used to live in the city. At thirteen, my family and I moved back to the Fort Apache Indian Reservation, just in time for a high school full of kids who all grew up together. I was the "City Indian." In the end, it was all right. I made awesome friends and I had the greatest time of my life. One of my friends and I would tell scary stories to each other. One day, she told me about a centaur lurking in the woods. I'd never heard of such a thing in my life, at least as far as the reservation was concerned. Centaurs belonged in Greek Mythology, not on the reservation. After graduation, my friend died in a car wreck the next winter. Several months later, I headed off to Brigham Young University in the worst of spirits. I graduated with only one thing in mind: to write. Short stories were beyond me, but I really wanted to build a platform. I ended up ...

My short story taking place in Hawaii has finally come out. In fact, two went live at the same time. It seems to be the trend for my writing year of 2019. "Seven Floors" and "Moon Dancer"; "Coffin Walker" and "The Cowboy Cabin"; "I See You" and "Kittylyn." There's a few more months left in the year, so let's see what happens. "Seven Floors" is about a young Hawaiian woman who accidentally unleashes an ancient monster (one of my own making) in the building where she lives and works as a janitor. She has to get rid of it before it eats her. My idea for the story was actually inspired by a movie called "The Raid." It's a cool martial arts foreign film about policemen who raid a tall building trying to capture a crime boss, so it's kind of like "Dredd."  A severely ill woman made a brief cameo and I fixated on her. What if her husband never came and she had to get out by herse...

I loved the cartoon, so I decided to read the book, too. I bought that thing with a special cover, only to find out that Peter Pan was almost like a little demon. He didn't even care when Tinker Bell finally kicked the bucket. Yeah, he did the clapping thing, but fairies don't live long. So later, he was like, whatever. Who's that? The author said he's drawn to women who haven't been married or have had children. So here I am, single as crap, and thinking about some kid lurking in my room in the middle of the night. Ew. I mean, what if just his shadow showed up? I'm allergic to things like that. The look of Peter Pan is also in childless women's eyes. I don't have kids. The next morning I'm staring in the mirror like a freak, wondering what in the world does that mean. Is Peter Pan looking out of my eyes? I started watching women who didn't have kids, searching for that look. Dude, I don't know. Where's that creepy little k...

I said before that I had dreamed of the Grand Apwor Karijin. He's not the only one I dreamed of. In fact, I dream of my Iling characters every once in a while. When sharing a room with the sister who does the drawings, I slept on the top bunk. One night, I sat up, feeling I had somewhere to go. I crept through the house and exited through the back door. I headed across the highway and into the forest behind my house. Once there, I found a worn road leading to the reservoir. It was still dark, but no wolves, bears or drunks wandered around like they usually do. After a while, I smelled cooking smoke. Stepping through a stand of trees, I reached a cookout full of people. Zhin was kneeling over the fire and Vijeren was across from him. Sibare, Miranel, N'Nar, and Rilkin were talking to one another. Other people were there, too. Some were characters I knew and there were others I didn't, at least not yet. Their faces were blotted. They were having a grand time. ...