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Tale 13: Morlak
Morlak Only now did Senka begin to fathom what the “dead of night” truly meant. Midnight had arrived, and they all felt it. As if everything in the forest had fallen asleep or died: the breeze trailed off, the occasional night cries of birds ceased, even the owls stopped hooting, and even the stream’s steady whisper seemed to hush, so that their wading through water suddenly sounded loud and heavy, as the silence wrapped around them like a shroud. And then, abruptly, the still of the witching hour was broken by a distant howl, a long, drawn out moan from the throat of a lone animal, stretching out and out and out until, finally, another wailing voice returned its call… and then another, and another, again and again, until these outcries of numerous throats had seemingly encircled the forest, pouring out into the night air. It seemed as if this choir of howls was coming from every direction. Luckily, still from a distance.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
Love is For...
A vibration next to her arm pulled Norah back to the now and the comfy leather armchair she was sitting in. She blinked twice to re-orientate herself and her eyes shifted from the diary to her bright phone screen where a photo of a young Norah, smiling broadly, was wrapped in the arms of a striking woman whose head was thrown back with laughter. ‘Mum’ flashed above the picture.
By Abi Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
