Jennie Pless
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The Voyage
The Voyage The Ocean can be the most brutal of all evil beings. It has a mind of its own and it doesn’t show mercy to the weak. Akua loved the water, ever since he was a little child. Water helped to bathe him, feed him, and comfort him. This Ocean Water was different. It was absent of color, blackness into the depts of it’s unknown. He could no longer see the water, but what he heard was almost a constant echoing of despair and death. During the day, sun light would shine through the open cracks from the wooden top deck. Akua would look through the cracks at the streaming rays of sunlight and be reminded of his home. During the night, it was a different demon. The Hull was where so many of his family were bounded together. It was dark, wet, and smelled like death. The wooded floor attacked the body with needles that wedged into the skin. The medal chains that linked over 600 nearly naked African’s cut into the flesh and left oozing infections. Demons captured them. Akua and his twin Zara were hunting and gathering foods to bring back to their tribes. It was the best part of their day because they were able to work together, there was great pride in bringing food back to share with their people. At first Akua was fascinated when he saw these men with pale white skin. He soon discovered that they were demons. Akua thought that he could see straight through them. Their magical skin would turn red right in front of his eyes. The demonic language that they spoke was foreign and new. Akua was a young man, and he had just finished his right of passage into being a warrior. His father was so proud. Akua had never been afraid of the jungle animals, nor was he afraid of the warrior fights. Now, on this ship he was terrified. Akua knew from childhood that evil could not be conquered by the spear. He needed weapons given by his ancestors, but he was far from home and far from those gifts. In the pitch-black tomb, he called out to his sister. He needed to make sure that she was okay.
By Jennie Pless 4 years ago in Horror
The Tale of Lake Lanier
The air was thick. The air was thick in a way that felt warm against the sun, the rays of the sun radiated deep onto their skin. However, the heat of the sun was not overwhelming, as the breeze from the sea provided a comforting coolness. The combination of the heat and the breeze was just enough to bring them to thirst, but that is what summer days are for... Being at the prime of youth, spending your summer afternoons under the sun lakeside with fruity drinks with names that can’t be remembered.
By Jennie Pless 4 years ago in Horror
Between Heaven and Hell
There was a shiver down her spine. As the breeze brushed against her bare skin, as the crisp coldness felt sharp against the warmth of her body- it produced a shiver down her spine. The shiver grew into a tremble, until the hair on the back of her neck stood up and goosebumps appeared against her skin.
By Jennie Pless 4 years ago in Horror
