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From Patala
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The reputation of the dragon amongst the nomadic peoples of this land seems to have endured since anyone had memory of the foothills, the plains, and the winds that howl through the mountains. But the emergence of dragons in the Valley has always been treated as a fairly recent thing among the myths of the region. Though, there supposedly never even was a Valley before they came. You must let me shed a little light on this tale before I continue with my own. Being as how this tale has been told around the last smoldering embers of a night’s fire all across the steppes since ancient times, I feel I’m obliged to take advantage of this dimming bed of coals between us now. It would do you well to listen.
By Uncle Bunk4 years ago in Horror
A Shadow in the Night Rising
A Shadow in the Night Rising LITHE-WIND CROUCHED beyond the vale, studying the horror before her that had become so commonplace since the start of Metacom’s War. She waited, slowing her breath, patient though her heart pounded, implacable though her lip twitched, serene though her stomach roiled. For a long while, nothing moved but the billow of black smoke, roping blistered in knurled plumes high into the sky.
By Kevin Wright4 years ago in Horror
The Beast
The Beast THEY CALLED HIM THE BEAST behind his back. To his face, no one had the balls. No one. And this was something in the gulags. Once, years past, I witnessed him murdering a guard. Manacled. He strangled him, nearly severing the man’s head. So violent. So efficient. So impressive. In the midst of a gulag riot it occurred. Many suspected, but none knew, not for sure. Except me, and I did not talk. You didn’t talk. You don’t.
By Kevin Wright4 years ago in Horror
The New Guard
The New Guard SILENT LIGHTNING BLARES stiletto sharp as disco strobes as I stare out the window, riding shotgun. Flashes. Freezes blast past, instants frozen in time, frames of photography smashed together into a fractured comic that has no plot, no unity, no sense. A yowling pack of mangy coyotes chases a squealing cur through a bodega parking lot. A drug house next. Then an Aztec pyramid in silhouette against dim city lights. More tourist traps. Thin grizzled men, dried as jerky, dancing drunk round a rippling trash can fire. Hell … maybe the story does make sense; I don’t know, but if it does, it’s a shitty one no one wants to read.
By Kevin Wright4 years ago in Horror
Fear On Wings
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That’s what the old one used to say. Milton’s grandparents specifically. They were advanced in years, being almost twice as old as my grandparents, and many people in our settlement thought that they were senile or mad, but I believed them. I suppose I was lucky since I have been able to see a fair amount of the world from a young age. My family has been taming dragons for years, though it isn’t like breaking horses I’m told. With horses, anyone could ride them after they are broken, but dragons tend to only allow the person that trained them close. We learned this the hard way when my sister tried to mount the dragon my father had successfully broken, and got her hand bitten off.
By Jared Wills4 years ago in Horror
The Hunt
Chet had been preparing to take his shot for several minutes, stalking the deer with his eyes. He held up his rifle, taking great care that the weapon was aimed directly at its intended target. When he moved, he did so slightly, making sure that the deer was always at the end of his bullet's trajectory. Chet was a skilled hunter, and he knew what he needed to do to make sure that his shot was going to hit its mark. When he finally felt confident that he was going to hit the animal, he out his finger on the trigger and started to squeeze.
By HN Alptraum4 years ago in Horror
George MacDonald, "Lilith's Saga"
I have already talked about “At the back of the North Wind”, by the Scottish George MacDonald, written in 1871, which has Death as its protagonist. The saga of Lilith, composed around 1895 and declined in the three novels “Beyond the Mirror”, “Lilith” and “The House of Regret”, takes up the figure of the female demon associated with the wind. The protagonist of the trilogy is Lilith, from the Akkadian Lil-itu, lady of the air, a creature connected to the storm and the cat. In Mesopotamian culture, Lilith was a demon, whom the Jews borrowed during the Babylonian captivity and turned into Adam’s first wife, repudiated for refusing to obey her husband. It has always had negative characteristics, of a nocturnal, witchy, adulterous and lustful feminine. In the nineteenth century, however, with female emancipation, it comes to represent the strong woman who no longer submits to man, and it is reevaluated by modern neo-pagan cults and assimilated to the Great Mother.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Horror
What lurks within the darkness of my life.
My name is Joshua i live my life in the darkness of the night hiding behind closed doors sealed within the shadows as i walk the lonely streets at night i hear no sounds just silence emptiness nothingness suddenly i hear a noise so I hide behind a tree to see if it’s something that i might need to be worried about as the sound gets closer and closer i begin to see the shadow of a figure brush the surface of the light shining down from the street light the next few minutes I get the urge to suddenly jump out and surprise the person of which has been casting the shadow of what I have been seeing my stomach begins to growl a sharp pain comes over me and I suddenly get the thirst for something that I’ve never had the thirst for before i grab ahold of the person as if i am in a trance latching on to the person I open my mouth widely and my k 9 teeth begin to grow longer i then bite the person with all of my might my grip keeps gripping harder as the blood runs down my lips dripping slowly on the ground I let go of the person only to find that it was only my imagination the thing that I have been seeing was only just an illusion created by my very mind I begin thinking to myself what has been coming over me what is causing my mind to play tricks on me is this really what lurks behind my mind can I fix this what should I do but then I realize my problems and things that go on within my life are caused the my very own way of thinking and the negativity of which I put out into the world this really must be what lurks within the darkness of my life as the time goes on the night passes by and I continue walking down these empty streets thinking to myself will I ever find somewhere I belong I come across a store walking closely up to the store window I see vampire merchandise so I then enter into the store thinking of what I should buy but nothing comes to mind suddenly I lose consciousness and fall into a deep slumber dreaming of a dark shadow with blood red eyes the shadow suddenly shifts into what looks like a person as the shadow begins to take it’s shape a face suddenly appears as I look closely the face resembles me as I look at myself reflecting in a mirror the more I look the face begins to change suddenly it’s shifts into a fowl hideous creature of which I cannot describe then suddenly I regain consciousness only to find that the store has been badly torn apart distorted all of the merchandise badly damaged i then look on the ground only to find the store clerk lying on the ground in a puddle of blood I take a look at my hands to see them covered in blood I begin running out the store screaming for help but no one is listening so I run home trying to escape from this horrible nightmare of which I am experiencing but the more I try to run the more it seems as if I am neither running nor moving at all so I try to speak but nothing comes out as if I suddenly lost the ability to speak then suddenly i hear a growl I begin to wonder where it was coming from but then I realize that it was coming from me suddenly I feel a pain coming from within my heart but then I realize that I have been shot as I fall to the ground I begin to say that this is not the end nor will it ever be then I lose consciousness I wake up the next day only to find that this was all a dream.
By Joshua Gentry4 years ago in Horror
I Never Saw a Beach Sunrise
I never saw the Sun rise looking out onto the horizon, while sitting in the warm sands of a beach. I was always told they were beautiful, just like me. Momma always told me that. Although sweet, momma was the triggered type. Then again, she was always independent, even before I was born; so I’ve been told. I guess it never really occurred to me how much effort she put into taking care of me. She cared a lot about my well-being. She was extra attentive towards that. She always told me “my health was most important”, even more important than hers. I guess it was due to my condition.
By Malik crumpley4 years ago in Horror
