Killoran Mazur
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Killoran uses writing to spin stories long and short, focusing on Fiction. Fantasy, horror and sci-fi genres are the main focus, with a little bit of poetry to add to the mix. Mainly here to share stories for others to enjoy!
Stories (15)
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The Realm Hopper
Rumbling. There was a rumble beneath me. It was rhythmic, swaying, constant. I blearily opened my eyes, trying to look around. It was dim, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I glanced about, growing more confused by what I saw. Last I remember, I had been backpacking in the woods. I had just entered a cave that I had wanted to explore. I recall that I had found a source of light there, but I remember... nothing else. Now, I looked to be in a small room with two long, cushioned seats that faced each other, and cherry red paneling for walls. There were shelves of polished wood above both seats, and a soft, mossy colored carpet padded the floor. There was a door trimmed in silver to my left, and an ornate window of green stained glass was to my right. Outside the window, objects were blurring by, and quickly. I was in a moving vehicle of some sort. From the set up and the speed, I was probably in a train. But how did I end up on a train of all things? I had been in the middle of the woods!
By Killoran Mazur3 years ago in Fiction
The Doomed Sister
“Please.” She stared back with solemn eyes, her hair sweeping over her face. But she didn’t break eye contact with me, and I refused to do the same. Our eyes, locked together and reflecting the same gem-tone blue, were our only common feature. Her reflection shadowed the water she stood above, while mine was blinded from the weak sun that pitifully tried to shine through the clouds. As determined, she was the darkness, and I was light.
By Killoran Mazur3 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Beyond Me
What I wouldn’t give to possess powers I do not have, to do the things I have always longed to do. I can only describe with my dreams how I long to not be chained to the ground, cursed to walk on these two simple legs, to be stuck alone in an imprisoned brain, bound here by evolution or by divine judgment – I couldn’t tell you which it was, they both have their limits. Neither gave me what I wanted, what I wish.
By Killoran Mazur3 years ago in Poets
Shallow Grave
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ethan eyed the window suspiciously. He has passed by the cabin many times while hiking in these woods. It was one of the landmarks he used to keep tabs on where he was. This cabin was in the middle of nowhere. Half of it had collapsed in on itself, the roof dipping down into what used to be the kitchen. It had ten square windows with rounded tops, all of which had broken panes of glass that had turned brown from grime. The wood of the cabin has taken on an earthy look, with moss, mold and vines growing over the logs and trim. Even a small tree was growing up out of the floorboards in the back of the house, taking the place of the staircase that used to lead to an upper level that did not exist any longer.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Welcome Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Despite how long it's been, the cabin still looked good as new. It had a white exterior with accents of blue to match the sea that was just down the road from it. The round windows in front were new and gleaming, and the white door with the decorative trim even had a welcome sign hanging from it. I abandoned this cabin long ago when I was a teenager. I remembered that I didn’t want to step foot in that cabin again. It was only really used for vacation purposes anyway, so it was easy to avoid. But now that I needed a place to stay, this cabin was the only thing standing between me and the streets.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Followed
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Someone lives there now?” my little girl asked, her raven curls bouncing as she pointed excitedly. No one has lived there for years. My daughter and I pass by the dilapidated cabin often, since it was on the way to the end of the road where her bus picks her up for preschool. It has always been dark, and no one has been in there. At least, not since we have been living where we are now. But there was indeed a candle glowing in one of its broken windows. The candle was tall and yellow, and it had the brightest orange flame.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
The Kids Clubhouse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This cabin was seated back along the tree line on the property across from Lawrence’s house. Lawrence has been living here for the last forty years, living alone and retiring here away from the city. Not many people were around here, only a few neighbors that lived acres away from Lawrence. There were more chickens and cows around here than there were people. But once in a while. Lawrence would see hikers, travelers and visitors come by and a few would stop and peak into the old cabin.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Three in a Row
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside the cabin, Louis sat with his knees tucked against his chest just beneath this candle, backed up impossibly close to the moldy wall. He dared not stray from the flickering candle’s tragically short range of glowing light. The rest of the cabin lay before him engulfed in an impossibly inky black darkness. It was the kind of darkness that seemed to swallow everything, and any noise seemed muffled. Louis vaguely recalled that outside had been a clear starry night accompanied by the full moon. But none of that light was present now.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Charlene
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It's been said that it was a young woman who would light that candle, to chase away the dark. It has been said that she has been doing this for years, long before she died. The story of Charlene is not very well known, but I know it by heart.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
