And I am Nightmare
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Monsieur Death
Evangeline We didn’t talk for the rest of the meal. Afterwards I paid and we left. We were quiet the walk home, and the only word uttered between us was goodbye when he left me at the house. Mom and Dad had gone out to buy Emmaline some of her presents. Emmaline was watching You’ve Got Mail on the TV. She didn’t even look up when I came in, just said
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
My Marigolds
When I was six, everything was full of color. The sky was always blue, the grass was never brown. But even when everything was bright, I knew the marigolds on our lawn was the brightest. Our marigolds shone brighter than anything in our little Mexican neighborhood, even the brilliant, scorching sun .
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
A steampunk story I still don't have a name for
EMILIA Emilia felt her newly shorn curls tenderly. They were lying on the floor of the old salon, glinting in the moonlight. They looked like blood against that brown floor, curling, like rivers, rivers of blood. She wouldn't be so upset if Jesse hadn't just told her they were pretty, but there wasn't much to do about it.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
A girl with dragons in her heart
There was a painting in the very back storeroom of my Uncle Meer’s Restaurant. It was of a hero, riding a dragon, golden hair blowing in the breeze, black eyes glinting in the summer sun. His name is was Evenhual, and it’s his story I’m here to tell. Well, actually, my story.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Flower of hope
Grincha tied her hair into a bun, flinging on her cap as she went. Earlier that morning, she had awoken to Liam moving around the small bedroom that they shared with her nine younger children. He had an early morning in the fields and was in a hurry to get out of the house. Liam was her oldest boy, of sixteen years. Grincha’s husband had died in a water wheel accident. That was six years ago. Liam had bumped into three-year-old Alica when he was leaving, waking her, and sending her into fits of tears, which, of course, had woken everyone else. Liam apologized, but had do leave directly after the traumatic event(in Alica’s line of view), and left Grincha with the task of feeding them. It wasn’t his fault. After all, he was the only one bringing real money in for this family. Raking rich neighbor Olga’s yard and being paid three guilders a day wasn’t near enough to keep them alive. Even Liam’s seventy a month was barely enough to buy food and a clean water source. They were still in debt for that well in the backyard.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Families
Steampunk story I haven't got a name for yet
MATTIE Forests. They were such interesting things. Of course, they didn’t really exist anymore. But still. Who could have known there were that many snakes in one place. She was going to find one someday. Who cared what Mrs. Margret Lottie Winch thought. Poor Mrs. Margret. She had no imagination at all.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Futurism
The Carmine house
The Carmine house wasn’t something they talked about. Throughout the entire village, not a word was whispered about it. Not since that fateful day in early January, not since the old man died. Not since the last time the pond had frozen over. It had stayed normal even in the coldest of winters after that. They had both died, the man and the daughter, but no one would say anything about her. Selina Carmine was the murderer, they said. Or thought. No one talked about the Carmine house. So when Derby Micheal Stout saw the ad in the paper, he was surprised. An unfortunate name, indeed. Especially seeming as it applied to him more than he might’ve liked. He was a short, somewhat heavyset young man, who had strong morals he never mentioned. He would never turned down a challenge, or eat shortcake, or hit a lady. He was courteous and quiet, but when he got angry, it was funny to watch. He was somewhat handsome, but his weight threw him off, and every female in the village ran when he tried to approach them, for he was very awkward to have a conversation with. He had a little sister, Mary Angelica, who was constantly drowning in the creek, or cutting her foot on rock, or tripping over something or another. This made it very difficult to live with her. So he spent as much time out of the house as he could, leaving his mother at the mercy of Mary and her other six children. But, he told himself, it was her choice to have so many children in the first place. He worked at a very boring job, carrying meal back and forth from the mill to the town. He was not married, or in any romance at all, but he had a good friend named Derrick, and a good enemy named Dan. He hated Dan for taking his first job at the mill, and he liked Derrick for numerous things that are far too long to go into. He often stubbed his toes on rocks, and his shoes were beaten down and dirty, but he always kept a respectful appearance from the ankles up. He was usually very conserved and hardly would ever show his emotions, so his surprised at the paper must have been great, for he gave a full blown gasp.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Horror
Monsieur Death
A knock on my door woke me. I hadn’t even realized I was sleeping. Stupid humans, always wasting their time on useless things. I paused on my way to the door, thinking back. I couldn’t remember what sleep had been like. Alright, that may have been a bit scary. I shook off the feeling and opened the door. An older blond woman stood there, smiling so much it must have hurt her face.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
Monsieur Death
He was eight years old. A talkative little thing, brown hair and big brown eyes. It was supposed to be a car accident on highway 11 on his family’s trip down south to meet his grandparents. And I was supposed to be there, just like always, watching, waiting for the right moment to arrive so that I could take his soul and bring it to face Judgement and Punishment, and start a new life as a female. But maybe it was because of his determined dream to be come a Lego designer, or his eyes, or, most likely, my rebellious spirt finally breaking the surface, because as I stood there, watching the accident happen, I didn’t take his soul as it flitted out of his tiny body. The soul had nowhere to go except back to him. He survived that car crash, and I could only hope I would survive my punishment. I could smell Claude Judgement’s anger even before I reach court, but I suppose anyone could. It’s rather hard to miss when the king of the gods is ready to rip your face off. The rest of them were already gathered around it’s throne, nervously chattering about me. I heard several growls from the crowd, as well as an excited yip from Gossip. I approached Claude Judgement’s throne, and was unsurprised to be unable to find any remorse or nervousness inside me. I felt angry and moody, as usual. Unfortunately, pity nor a sharp tongue was going help me against Claude Judgement. I considered myself lucky, to be truthful. A few decades ago, Punishment had been king of the gods, and I still remembered the last Hope, who had bestowed hope on someone who didn’t deserve it or something stupid like that. She was replaced. It wasn’t something I wanted to see again. Especially if it was happening to me. As the god of death, I couldn’t feel much, but unfortunately, pain was one of the few.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Fiction
