Mystery
Fox Hunt; Chapter 4
We make it another block before our shadow disappears into the crowd. For a second the thought that we should have approached him comes to mind, but I quickly throw it away. No, he would have run. He had been studying us. I doubt it was the last we'd see of him.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
The Worsley Family Locket: Chapter 3 - Arthur and Clarence
It is not possible to explain what occurred next, without speaking about your more senior siblings. How your eldest brother Clarence carried himself, was the epitome of the household’s ever-lasting cruelty and neglect. Aged just 13 when I first encountered him, he lambasted my beggared condition and inferior status with eloquence beyond his years. Irresolutely an intelligent boy, but one who utilised his perceptiveness and quick-thinking with callous intent. A disdainful slug of a whelp, on the very brink of blossoming into a vile moth that was drawn toward opportunities to torture and belittle like flickering candlelight. I was victimised relentlessly by the child, who seemed to claim a wilful disliking to me from the very moment he encountered me. He taunted me for my work, stole my possessions which only rarely returned to me destroyed and even physically struck me when his loathing was made its most bold. The women of the manor he treated with similar disregard. His younger sisters Ida and Helen were positively terrified of him. Yet Lady Ethel, before she came to know the locket with such lamentable affinity, remained smitten. He was, after all, the first child she’d birthed. Regrettably however, those affections had never been mutual. Clarence only behaved with any civility around his father, though even this was demonstrably lacking in sentiment. He had eyes only for his father’s capacity for prosperity and influence, and declared a divine right to a share in his prestige, though to my eyes it was utterly unearned whenever he received it. A dreadful young swine through and through, but one with a certain ruthlessness that had already sniffed the alluring scent of ascendancy; traits that often collude to put a rotten fruit at the forefront of the grocer’s stalls.
By Matthew Curtis3 years ago in Fiction
Monsters and Animals
I was born out of men’s choice. There are animals and monsters. No one would believe me had i told them, about the land of monsters, heinous ones. Unbeknownst to them, they would shred your very existence faster than you can imagine, perhaps the opposite, they would do it slowly, the story of a human being cannot be told in just days and so is true about its destruction.
By someonewithakeyboard3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles, Ch. 18
Danny slept very fitfully. His dreams were a mired, swirling fog, blending and melding chaotically one into the other. He saw the bonfire again, and figures - hooded and cloaked - chanting all around. There was a great stone table, too, in the midst of a circle of even greater stones, and a full harvest moon shining above. Hideous creatures swiped and clawed at him from the darkness, threatening to snuff out his light. He felt as if he were in a cold, dark sea, barely keeping his head above the surface before another crashing billow of darkness tried to push him under. Suddenly there was an incredibly bright light all around him, voices calling out in fear and agony, while the shadows fled from the flames spreading to the trees. Danny thought he heard a voice, gentle but more powerful than all the universe, ringing through the burning pines.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 3
Welcome To Life Jr walked out of a salon with dyed black hair. He looked into a nearby puddle and slightly smirked at how much he looked like his father’s human form. He turns to ask K where they should look first. He looked around and didn’t see K. He walked back inside the salon to see the workers swooning over K. They complimented on how great the black hair dye looked on him and worked well with his crystal blue eyes. Jr glared at K, “We need to go.” K nodded and excused himself from the workers and slid by to walk out. The workers called out in unison with either a ‘call me’ or ‘come back soon’.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Fiction
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 2
Crack the Whip The wave of bats reformed into K sliding towards the scene. A scene he hasn’t allowed himself to forget even to this very day. K dropped to his knees, crying for the first time in his existence. Crying at the site of the big top on fire. Burning a dark blue and yellow flame. Burning under a dark sky that only smiled in K’s pale face.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
I tore through the thicket, barely registering the young saplings and bramble shrubs that scraped mercilessly at my bare arms and legs. Every tree looked the same. I could see no markers indicating that I was even headed in the right direction, but I couldn’t stop. The taunts and jeers of the others gave me speed as I tried desperately not to panic. With every frantic pump of my legs, my heart beat faster. Its cadence became so loud, it finally drowned out the voices trailing from behind.
By Michelle Gibson3 years ago in Fiction
