Mystery
Omens
The energy was still not flowing correctly. Selina stared at her altar trying to come up with a new configuration that might unblock her energy and let her reconnect with Spirit. Being a psychic who could not speak to the great beyond was less than ideal, and definitely not profitable. She had three appointments coming in this afternoon and she was running out of time. It had been days since she had received any communication. She had canceled her appointments at the end of last week, thinking that after a couple days off she would be able to rest and re-energize herself. But it had not happened, and she had been too stubborn to cancel any more appointments.
By K.A. McDowell4 years ago in Fiction
The Legant part-10
The Sequestered Situation of This Church Seems Always to Have Made It a Favorite Haunt of Troubled Spirits. It Stands on a Knoll, Surrounded by Locust-Trees and Lofty Elms, from Among Which Its Decent, Whitewashed Walls Shine Modestly Forth, Like Christian Purity Beaming Through the Shades of Retirement. a Gentle Slope Descends from It to a Silver Sheet of Water, Bordered by High Trees, Between Which, Peeps May Be Caught at the Blue Hills of the Hudson. to Look Upon Its Grass-Grown Yard, Where the Sunbeams Seem to Sleep So Quietly, One Would Think That There at Least the Dead Might Rest in Peace. on One Side of the Church Extends a Wide Woody Dell, Along Which Raves a Large Brook Among Broken Rocks and Trunks of Fallen Trees. Over a Deep Black Part of the Stream, Not Far from the Church, Was Formerly Thrown a Wooden Bridge; the Road That Led to It, and the Bridge Itself, Were Thickly Shaded by Overhanging Trees, Which Cast a Gloom About It, Even in the Daytime; but Occasioned a Fearful Darkness at Night. Such Was One of the Favorite Haunts of the Headless Horseman, and the Place Where He Was Most Frequently Encountered. the Tale Was Told of Old Brouwer, a Most Heretical Disbeliever in Ghosts, How He Met the Horseman Returning from His Foray into Sleepy Hollow, and Was Obliged to Get Up Behind Him; How They Galloped Over Bush and Brake, Over Hill and Swamp, Until They Reached the Bridge; When the Horseman Suddenly Turned into a Skeleton, Threw Old Brouwer into the Brook, and Sprang Away Over the Tree-Tops with a Clap of Thunder. This Story Was Immediately Matched by a Thrice Marvellous Adventure of Brom Bones, Who Made Light of the Galloping Hessian as an Arrant Jockey. He Affirmed That on Returning One Night from the Neighboring Village of Sing Sing, He Had Been Overtaken by This Midnight Trooper; That He Had Offered to Race with Him for a Bowl of Punch, and Should Have Won It oo, for Daredevil Beat the Goblin Horse All Hollow, but Just as They Came to the Church Bridge, the Hessian Bolted, and Vanished in a Flash of Fire. All These Tales, Told in That Drowsy Undertone with Which Men Talk in the Dark, the Countenances of the Listeners Only Now and Then Receiving a Casual Gleam from the Glare of a Pipe, Sank Deep in the Mind of Ichabod. He Repaid Them in Kind with Large Extracts from His Invaluable Author, Cotton Mather, and Added Many Marvellous Events That Had Taken Place in His Native State of Connecticut, and Fearful Sights Which He Had Seen in His Nightly Walks About Sleepy Hollow.
By rampravesh4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Barn Owl in the Forest
Once upon a time, there was a remote village, surrounded by Mountains and forest with tall Teak woods and many more. The forest was very dense and dark. The Villagers avoided to cross the forest after evening, because there was a famous scary story about the forest. The villagers thought that if they cross the forest after evening, something bad will follow them and come to their house, it will bring mischief for them and their loved ones too. One day a traveller came to their village. When the traveller was wandering in the village, he came to know about the scary story about the forest, but he didn't believe in any superstition and he was very brave. So he decided to go to the forest at night alone and wanted to prove that the myth was wrong, no mischief will happen to him, if he goes to the forest at night. The villagers were scared and warned him, but he was so determined. According to the plan he packed his bag and entered into the dark deep forest at midnight. He walked and walked and went inside the dense forest more and more. Suddenly he heard some weird sound. He stopped and started looking here and there, but couldn't see anything. He again started walking, again he heard that sound. The most peculiar thing was that, whenever he stopped, the sound stopped and whenever he started walking, the sound begun. Now this time he became scared, because he couldn't find the source of that sound. Now he wanted to go back, but in fear he forget the root of going back. He started running, but the sound followed him. Somehow he found the way back to the village. When he was living the forest, he looked back and suddenly he saw something in the bushes. He lighted up his torch on that thing and was trying to see that. He shouted, "Oh, my God", it was a "Barn owl", looking at him. He laughed after realising that it was an Barn Owl which was following him all the time, it was that Barn Owl's sound which he heard. He become relaxed and go to the village. He went to the house where he stayed in the village and went to sleep being relaxed. Suddenly one thought came to his mind, that it was really weird that an owl followed him. He never listened about that owl follow anyone. Anyway he started sleeping.
By Rakhi Chand4 years ago in Fiction
What a picture is worth
Jamie was with a client. He had paid for the whole night and she was looking forward to it being over. She came to New York to follow her dreams of becoming a model, but it never worked out for her. The man was going by the name of John. He was an executive of a brokerage firm somewhere on Wall Street. All of Jamie's clients were wealthy, and all of them required discretion. She had been an escort for two years now, and despite working for one of the more reputable and better services she hated what her life had become. She watched as "John" had lied to his wife three times that night about what he was doing, and she resented him for talking incessantly about his wife while he was inside of her. She never led on how she felt in that moment. Her job was to make her clients feel good, and her thoughts and her emotions were hers. She treasured her privacy. She looked at him while he was getting dressed and thought to herself, "I know I'm pathetic, but you have no idea how much of a loser you really are". A lot of her wealthy clients were married, and there wives having lost the beauty of youth or being trapped in a loveless marriage, they came to her. Jamie was by far beautiful, a stunning blond-haired, raven eyed beauty of 24. She knew she was using these men just as much as they were using her, but she always avoided thinking about the morality of what she was doing. She had even had several marriage proposals.
By Kevin Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Persistence
An old man sat alone on the eroded wood stairs of his back porch every evening. He brought with him a glass bottle of cheap liquor and a new drinking cup each time. Decades of life showed on his face and hands. The cottage they once shared their dreams and aspirations, has turned into a prison of neglect and regret. Had he been more diligent in her treatment, more understanding of her passions, he could’ve seen her smile more beyond his dreams.
By Abigail Dorothy4 years ago in Fiction
SHE'S THE ONE. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Growing up, they tell stories of star-crossed lovers - of soulmates. They claim that in a crowd of millions, your heart will instantly be drawn to theirs. What they don’t tell you is that love is anything but effortless - that your soulmate won’t just find you when the time is right, that being in love clouds your judgment. And most times, when you think you’ve found your person, that it's a connection like no other...life reminds you that nothing is that simple.
By Hannah Pistoia4 years ago in Fiction
