H.L. Dowless Dowless
Bio
The author is an international ESL instructor. He has been a writer for over thirty years. His latest fictional publications were with e-zines such as The Fear Of Monkeys, Leaves Of Ink, Short Story Lovers.
Stories (5/0)
The Girl In The Crooked Woods
She was an adolescent girl, a rather melancholy figure, while her intellect was that of a highly educated woman who walked confidently from the woods on Dover Hill. She knew not exactly where she was going, she only moved to a point where the comforting feeling led. When the light day wind puffed, she suddenly felt cheer filled. When it died back down into a somewhat humid sweltering of noontime heat, her gloomy cloud settled in from above once more again.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless3 years ago in Horror
Ancient Guardian Of The Sacred Blood
Turkey ridge is nestled on a long hill running through the midst of an eight mile wide bay known as The Great Labyrinth Swamp. There is a good reason why this swampy bay was referred to as a labyrinth. For some strange fact of being virtually all direction finders seem to cease in their function, many often giving opposite indications. Even the best of talented interlopers, from coon hunters and deer stalkers to surveyors, often wind up going around in circles all day and night, exiting in places far distant from indications given by their inner sense of direction; yet simultaneously eerily cheerful that they had managed to make it out back onto the hard surfaced road at long last.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless3 years ago in Horror
Oh Madeline
The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the very heart, and capturing the very soul. It was a low whisper, it was at first, then it increased in it's gradual volume, until the very curiosity aroused, and one's resistance to it dulled just as gradual.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless3 years ago in Horror
If Only Just to Be Forever Free
There once was a little pearly girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked that many swore that... why... surely she could never sin! But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to just up and disappear for quite a long while, only to return again with just her darling little pearly grin.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless5 years ago in Poets
