Candy Girll
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My husband sucks…
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The myth though… that always existed. But why where dragons such a shocking concept? Was it because of their sheer size we couldn’t fathom them in our finite minds? We always new werewolves existed. We never questioned the existence of pixies. Heck we even bury our dead with chains around their feet so they won’t come back as vampires. That’s why it’s so hard for me to believe how shocked I was that day. I mean… I’m a blue blooded gypsy for crying out loud! I am imbued with magical power! Not just on the surface but courseing through my veins. I should have had better discernment. I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did know. Maybe I thought it was better to deny it. Perhaps the southern Romanian soil was calling out to me… but was it a warning? What was it saying? Why was I trying to ignore it? Was it fear? Is it fear now? How can I save my family, my people, my blood? I don’t even think I can save my own neck at this point. There has to be something I’m missing. There’s something I’m not understanding. I have to try to remember how it got to this point. What is the last normal day I can remember? Think… think… think.
By Candy Girll4 years ago in Fiction
Luck in love
Thomas and Amelia, a young deeply in love newlywed couple, were enjoying their honeymoon. A lovely cabin nestled in the woods on the side of a mountain. The isolation proved to be therapeutic. After the relentless antics of the wedding. Quiet was just what they needed. However they began to feel restless. With all the relaxation Thomas and Amelia began to feel stagnant in the cabin. The weather seemed warm and welcoming. Which was strange for the beginning of February. It’s as if the mountain was calling them to take a hike. They decided to take advantage of the superb weather. They gathered together some bread and jam to picnic at the top of the mountain. They took only a small amount of food so as to not burden themselves to much with the long hike ahead. After all that relaxation the trek seemed to be almost to much for the inept hikers. Never the less they were filled with joy to have reached the peak of the wooded mountain. They decided to lay out their table cloth and enjoy their bread and jam. They looked around taking in the breath stealing scenery. They knew they couldn’t stay long. The trek was hard enough in broad daylight, it would be near impossible for them after sunset. Their meal was simple yet filling and delicious. The sky a bright serene blue; almost marbled with thin wispy clouds. The smell of pine almost palpable. Even the cool breeze was soothing. The peace of their surroundings paired with the fullness of their bellies gave childlike comfort. Like failing asleep in a rocking chair and waking up in your bed. Only when Thomas and Amelia woke up no one had whisked them away to a bed or to safety. It was as if their peaceful fairytale surroundings had suddenly turned on them. The call of the mountain and warm inviting weather seemed to now be shrieking at them to run. Run as fast as you can from this place. The sky seemed ferocious. The beautiful marbled sky now filled with ominous blue-gray snow clouds. The smell of petrichor and frost nearly tangible. The cool soothing breeze was now a frigid blusterous force. They new they had to make it back to their cabin fast. Their panic was visible to one another. With out speaking a word they both new that each other could not recognize the way home. How could the trail have changed so much? It was as if the darkness played only a small part in changing the trail. Is it possible the trees uprooted and planted over their previous trek? The more they walked the colder it got. They began to come to terms with the fact that they where indeed lost in the woods. They strategized it was best to seek shelter from the cold. Abandoning the idea of finding their cabin before sunrise. They settled to find anything they could to break the rigorous consistent barrage of the wind and hide them from the inevitable snow. How fortuitous to find, what appeared to them to be, an abandoned barn. The brown wooden barn was considerably large. It had the potential to be an impervious shelter. Although the doors did not quite line up correctly. They had a rather large gap between them. It would still be less exsposing then standing in the middle of the woods. What caused Thomas to be hesitant to nest inside though was the “NO TRESPASSING” sign hanging sideways by one nail. Amelia, nearly frozen to the bone, would entertain none of his apprehensiveness. She was not about to pass up this serendipitous refuge. So they ignored the no trespassing signs. Betting only on no one was around and probably no one owned the busted barn any longer. What they could not tell is it had recently been broke into. It’s colossal doors broken and all it’s inhabitants stolen. As they lay exhausted, yet thankful, on the barn floor sleep crept over them. While they slumbered deeply the owner came across them. The grieving and vengeful owner of the recently plundered barn. The owner became filled with rage thinking they where the ones who robbed him. The owner was warned by his friends to keep an eye out and protect him self “because criminals often return to the scene of the crime”. He was prepared. In there deep sleep they could not hear the words the owner mumbled. Their was no way for them to know the owner spoke a man to beast spell for revenge over them. When they awoke the owner was no where to be seen. Fear gripped them to their core. Their very much human bodies where all ready beginning to turn into something very much not human at all. They looked around for an answer or a person. They thought this to be the work of another human. But they where alone. They turned to each other to discuss. Only managing to exclaim the word “Who…” while their vocal cords petrified around these syllables. Making that the only word they could ever speak again. Now they roam the woods rummaging across barns searching for “Who” had done this to them? They call out to “Who” had turn them into what would be know as the first barn owls.
By Candy Girll4 years ago in Fiction
