Mia Sativa

I adore satire, horror, and fantasy. I got my creative writing degree nearly a decade ago. Now I’m here to keep the rust away and keep in touch with fellow writers.

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Mia Sativa

I adore satire, horror, and fantasy. I got my creative writing degree nearly a decade ago. Now I’m here to keep the rust away and keep in touch with fellow writers.

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The Man in the Mirror

Mia Sativa

1 min read

Garret was faceless in the mirror. The glare from the ceiling light reflected off the smooth surface, eliminating his features, replacing them with a blank, searing white. No matter how he positioned himself, Garret couldn’t get a glimpse of his face. It was as if the glass in front of him were absorbing his essence.

“I know you’re watching me,” Garret said aloud, directing his words to the mirro...

Horror

Correspondence

Mia Sativa

7 min read

May 25

Jeremy,

I spoke with Alison today. She seems to be moving past the debacle at Spinster, but I don't want to make any assumptions. One month may sound long, but the mind has a way of warping time. Hours pass like minutes, months like days.

Your letter dated May 12th feels like it arrived just yesterday. How are Eliza and the baby doing? Have you chosen a name for your handsome son yet? His...

Mystery

Horror

Turning Human

Mia Sativa

2 min read

It was really too bad that humans had such a knack for storytelling. With just their words, they could make anything sound as if it were the most precious, most unobtainable thing in the universe. Often, these exaggerations would be harmless: you would only end up buying a house or a car, or marrying someone you met online and had only met three months ago.

It became worse when humans began to te...

Isle of Hell

Mia Sativa

2 min read

[Currently reading Hell House by Richard Matheson]

Edith Barrett was a haunted person. When she escaped Hell House, she felt the specters following in her wake—wisps of the tortured, demented, and lonely. Donning masks of comedy and tragedy, their ghostly laughter and lament formed an ever-clinking chain that restrained Edith through her daily existence.

She thought a cruise to a distant island ...

The Blue Room

Mia Sativa

1 min read

Andrea went back down the stairs, her dejected footfalls heavy on the hollow steps. As she neared the bottom, she heard a slow, ominous creak coming from the first floor hallway. Clutching the banister, she slowly turned toward the sound and noticed a patch of light growing wider, illuminating the dark hallway. She approached the light, which was emanating from a small niche between the wall and t...

Infestation

Mia Sativa

1 min read

The dainty tinkle of the bell staggers across the large expanse of foyer and I look up and immediately think another infestation.

There are four of you and you all look like you don’t belong here. Because you can’t read or, if you do, you only read hardbound and only the first few pages. So you can post pictures of your aesthetic books and brag this is what I’m reading now #bookworm.

You’r...

Grey Sprawl

Mia Sativa

3 min read

Amelia approached the jagged rocks that were pointed at the sky like gargantuan spikes. They slanted away from a shallow crater in the mountain rock, as if a small meteor had blasted into the ground around which they congregated.

The air about them held a welcome warmth; Amelia had been traversing the cold forest for days with only a light coat to protect her from the wind, rain, and icy air. Sni...

Horror

Fantasy

Beneath the Cold Sun

Mia Sativa

3 min read

Kevin was sweltering in his underwear. His ass was pressed against the rough wood of the pier at Lunar Lake, where he decided to take a swim after he got home from work.

“God the night is fucking bleak,” he muttered as he hopped into the lake, sinking deep before kicking himself to the surface. The water did nothing to cool him—it was warm from the moonlight, and when his head pierced back up thr...

Science fiction

Adventure

Allure of Death

Mia Sativa

2 min read

Dead.

That was the first thought that came into Luisa’s mind when she saw the woman sprawled on the bed.

The room was bathed in an unnatural red light that made it difficult to see. Nevertheless, the dark smears on the woman’s thighs, the crimson handprints on her back, were unmistakable.

Blood. Luisa’s second thought.

Truthfully, she couldn’t believe she had worked here twenty years as a ...

Mystery

Crime

Forty-Nine Beakers

Mia Sativa

1 min read

Forty-nine beakers. Forty-nine freaking beakers.

Natasha paced the lab, head shaking incessantly.

This isn't right. This isn't. Right.

Spinning to face the storage shelves, she counted again.

... forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-fucking-nine.

She balled her fists and growled in frustration.

There should be fifty here. Where's the other one?

Suddenly, a terrible thought. What about th...