Brittany Mitchell
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Flight of the Blue Jay Part Eight: A Benedict Arnold
Officer Declan sat at a metal table, his hands and legs chained to the ground. His gray hair was wild around his face, dark circles under his eyes. No one had permission to speak to him, but I didn’t care. Adjusting my suit jacket, a sharp glare met my eyes.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Seven: Betrayal of a Brother
The door slid open, cold eyes staring in our direction. Chills ran up my spine, these were cold blooded assassins. Their eyes fell to my leg, and its cast. Shamefully looking away, the old guy at the head of the table cleared his throat. Confusion twisted my features, a sick smile dancing across his wrinkled face. His perfectly fingers pounded against the black marble table, his long gray slicked back into a ponytail. A solid black eye patch sat on his right eye, his other cloudy eye bore into mine. A lump formed in my throat, the black leather growing sticky with the cold sweat dripping down my brow.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Blue Moonlight Part Six: A Gift to Reap
My quaking fingers opened the door to the meeting, only for me to end up in the woods. Howls erupted around me, a pack of odd looking black wolves surrounded me. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead, my eyes seeking an escape route. My boots pounded against the jagged forest floor, a bunch of wolves chasing after me. Psychotic laughter exploded around me, the wolves scampering into the woods. Well, that can’t be good, the only thought being interrupted by a six foot tall man with long black hair landing in front of me. His red eyes glittered excitedly, a skeletal handle holding a blade twice as long as him. His black crop duster coat blew about in the wind. Stitches lined his face, a clever grin brightening his face. Raising my trusting scythe, my red eyes scanned him for any weakness.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Six: In a Cage Again?
Peeking out the door, the old lady stared at the door blankly holding a red folder. Taking a deep breath, the door creaked open to where the chain allowed it. Her blinded eyes looked directly into mine, sending chills up my spine.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Blue Moonlight Part Five: The Fire Grows
His touch was sweet and gentle, a triumphant grin danced across his face as he laid next to me under the covers. A dazed look sat in his eyes, his slender hand tracing my chest. His cold skin chilled mine, my black fingernails creeping up his bare chest.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Five: The Hunters become the Hunted
Stale coffee stunk up the air, the files scattered in front me. My murder board was full of organized chaos, lots of names floating around. However my eyes fell to the picture of my ex-husband Raoul, or was it Ben as he told me for years of our marriage. Ultimately, it was Raoul, not Ben. Had he done something in another state to make him change his name?
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Blue Moonlight Part Four: The Fox meets her Goddess
An ancient man stood in front of me, his forest green robes flowed around his frail body. Liver spots dotted his shiny bald head, his knobby hands guiding me to a black marble table. His black eyes stared down at me sternly, the marble feeling cold to my skin. Jean hovered above me, the old man kicking everyone out.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Four: The Key is in the Files
“I don’t understand why we are here.” Sammy complained, standing in front of a decaying mental hospital. “You are fucking limping still. We just got you out of the hospital yesterday.” Rolling my eyes, I smoothed my black silk skirt. Messing with my red ribbon around my neck, the black lace blouse felt itchy against my skin. The cast felt bulky on my muscular leg, making movement harder.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Three: One turns To a Group
Sammy lingered over my shoulder, his eyes chasing the lines of the letter. The red head was trembling in the corner, her fingers gripping the tan to go cup with her life. His gaze met her anxious eyes, hot coffee spilling on her lap. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the nearby towel to my left. Patting her ripped jeans, Sammy crossed his arms.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Blue Moonlight Part Three: Betrayal
I know I shouldn’t go, but Johnny was being a literal monster. It was almost as if darkness was seeded deep inside of him. He hasn’t even come back yet, which must have been the world’s longest hunt. Twisting my hair into a side bun, my fingers tracing the various rich fabrics. An emerald silk caught my eye, the hanger scraping against the golden pole. Wonder twinkled in my eyes, the silk draping beautifully. The silk felt soft against my pale skin, the green making it creamier. The expensive leather black heel felt nicer than anything I had ever had in my life.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
