Brotherhood of Evil Writers
B.E.W is an anonymous collective of American authors brought together for this collection of stories and inspired by illustrations. We gave each of them a selection of pictures with just one request: the stories must contain the word “seed” or “seeds.”
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LOOK FOR THE RED LEAVES
Written by Ultraviolet illustrated by Alice Wellinger
You fooled me for months. Then you told me that I had made a mistake, that you were not in love with me. That I had misunderstood everything.
You told me that with a smile, with that smile you use when you think you know everything.
But there’s one thing you don’t know.
My grandma was from Haiti. She used to practice black magic.
And she left me some seeds.
Bad seeds she called them.
I planted one in a place in which only I know its whereabouts. Until you find the plant and root it out, your life will be filled with pain.
It has red leaves and won’t be hard for you to recognize. You just have to find the place.
The first shoot sprouted this morning.
And you? Don’t you feel something growing inside you right now?
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THE BLACK RABBIT DREAM
Written by Magma illustrated by Virginia Mori
Every night I have the same dream. I wake up in a meadow, at least I think it’s a meadow, surrounded by black rabbits. Lots of them. Then I wake up again. I find orange seeds in my pocket. Five seeds. Then I wake again, this time for real.
And then, all my days seem the same. Only now I’m aware of this. And every night the black rabbits come back. And the seeds do too. What does it mean, doc?
The doctor doesn’t say anything, as usual. He never says anything.
But this time as I was leaving his office, I heard him whisper.
He said: Does she still not understand?
Understand? What is there to understand?
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I LEFT HER IN THE PARK
Written by Hemlock illustrated by Shout
Until that night I thought she was the woman of my life. Then we went to that restaurant. We had never been to a Japanese restaurant together.
She ordered for me, California rolls with sesame seeds.
I hate sesame seeds.
And I hate when other people order for me.
Then they brought us our dishes. When I saw her eating sushi with a fork I realized the mistake I had made. This woman was taking me for a ride.
I left her in the park with her eyes still open. She seemed to be looking at me as if she didn’t understand why I had done it.
