Deja Randle : Writing

Part One

Part One

A Chapter by Deja Randle


A scarecrow with a body of a skeleton had bones of straw bundles, and its head was that of a creepily grinning jack-o-lantern, as it clumsily stagge..
Part Two

Part Two

A Chapter by Deja Randle


The parade’s hyper energy had finally died down with the sleepy sun. Avail was heavily saddened, because it wouldn’t be until anoth..
Part Three

Part Three

A Chapter by Deja Randle


The bottoms of her feet were disturbingly bloodied, and the prickly grass only served to mimic an unforgiving sting with every step, as she had reac..
Part Four

Part Four

A Chapter by Deja Randle


*WARNING* THIS PART IS GRUESOME AND GOREY. WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THIS PART MAY BE TOO INTENSE TO READ FOR SOME VIEWERS. IF THAT IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT Y..
Part Five

Part Five

A Chapter by Deja Randle


“There is a way. But I promise, you will not wish to do it.” The anxiousness between either of them was festering. Avail considered ..
Part Six

Part Six

A Chapter by Deja Randle


“Grandma ‘Vail! Grandma!” Her granddaughter had burst through the shop doors and ran into the old woman’s arms. “Ho..
Part Seven (End)

Part Seven (End)

A Chapter by Deja Randle


Never moving, she felt a small tickle on the edge of her palm. But it was so elusive, she paid it no mind. Her opposite palm mimicked the same..
The Life in Our Heads

The Life in Our Heads

A Book by Deja Randle


How imaginary are those make-believe friends, when they are just as alive as you? Is it just a figment when your own imaginations are in front of you,..