Marya Pettingill
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I'm just a Marine Biologist swimming in a sea of ideas yet to be written.
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The Candles
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man walking past the cabin tried to calm his breathing, but it was like something was caught in his throat, eating at his brain. His mind was racing as fast as he was, and the forest path passed in a blur. In nervous huffs, he made his way out of the confining forest and onto paved cement where he trotted apprehensively to the cabin porch of the local sheriff. He shook his hands out, but that didn’t placate the tremors as he gripped his fingers into a fist and knocked on the door. It was the dead of night, so the man had to knock again, and then once more before the knob turned.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Horror
The Whisperer of Death
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The voice of grandmother Eda in her usual soft storytelling tone lulled Adrielle back into a gentler time, a time when she was a protected child. “In the beginning,” she continued, “when the world was still young and the jinn, the beings of fire and air, had only just established their kingdoms in the mountains, the Creator sculpted humans from clay and deposited them in the Valley. Centuries passed with little interaction between the two groups until one greedy human king rose to power and began hunting for magical beings rumored to live in the mountains and beyond. Beings of which, were said to grant untold power and knowledge of everlasting health. Years passed and the jinn waited to see what this king would do, but with each passing year, the human's search decimated the forest. Until the jinn king pulled out a horn, a horn given in allegiance in the time before humans were sculpted, to call upon the dragons. At the bellow of the horn, dragons arose from their slumber in faraway lands and headed the call. Together with the jinn on the backs of the very creature the humans sought, brought forth fire and war. The humans were woefully unprepared for war, especially one waged by two beings of fire, and with the greedy human king dead and the princess crowned queen a peace treaty was formed, cementing the bond of clay and fire. As a show of good faith, jinn and dragon alike, assisted in the reconstruction of the human city, which eventually grew into a sprawling metropolis. The same hands that tore apart the city took excruciating care to put it back together. Your great-grandparents were at the forefront of these projects. Two dragons chose them as their partners, and I know it in my bones Adrielle, that you will be chosen as well.”
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Fiction
