Danny Pennystone
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A Shapeshifter's Requiem
Orange sparks danced across the surface of the jail tower’s glossy black stones, which reflected back warped light as her talons scraped and clicked against the floor, testing her prison. Head turning, she followed the round spiral of the dark tower until her eyes landed on a lone windowsill, barred and out of reach. The sparks she produced fizzled out in stagnant pops, telling a chilling conclusion which rested in her uneasy chest: They know what I am… she thought, as her whole body shivered in the soft moonlight.
By Danny Pennystone4 years ago in Fiction
Dark and Deserted Places
The staircase creaked under her black buckled shoe. She froze despite the blood and illness swimming through her. The young girl's weight betrayed her, and she waited for the attack. Clutching her stomach, she reached out to balance herself on the adjacent wall. But this action did not help, for the whole house was in motion—drawn-out moans and lifeless rasps emanated from the walls and rattling floorboards.
By Danny Pennystone4 years ago in Fiction
