Alder Strauss
Stories (95/0)
Drerys' Guest
THE 2ND MONTH Madeline dreamt she could fly. Above the hills and under the sun she soared. Annie was her co-pilot. They soared to heights where birds could only strain their stunted necks and look up at them with envious glares. She, with co-pilot in hand, spun and danced among the clouds, all-the-while bathing in the sun’s warm, fresh rays. She looked up at it and it didn’t hurt her eyes. They seemed invincible. She felt she could touch it. And she tried. Reaching higher and higher, her heart beat with excitement. She put her finger on it.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror
Drerys' Guest
The next few days went as routine to establishing an acreage under new ownership. Land needed to be surveyed and allotted for consideration of harvest. Debris, both man-made and natural, needed to be assessed and carefully tended to, and structures needed to be thoroughly examined in fortifying against the approaching elements. It was in these tasks that Madeline received her father’s pride. Her enthusiasm to help, he admired. On a farm such as this, any hand, no matter how large or small, is always appreciated and well received. It was in the task of alleviating debris that led Madeline, under her father’s supervision, to the place where she had seen the thing. Under provocation of curiosity and hesitation of apprehension and fear did she step foot beyond the borders of their yard and into the long, yellow grass that dominated the orchard floor. She walked ahead of her father. The silence in the air shattered like glass as freshly deceased leaves gave in and broke under her feet. A slight breeze stirred and rustled the leaves in a gentle, rocking motion, coercing the weaker ones to give in, break away, and fall to the ground around her. This same breeze also stirred something some distance away. It waved and weaved through the air with each wisp of air that attempted to take it. Madeline’s curiosity peaked and she walked towards it. As she got closer she saw what it was and cried out.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror
Drerys' Guest
Dinner was prepared early enough to expect their guest’s arrival. Mrs. Drery was, at first, concerned her husband would be so bold as to assume her comfort or approval of a stranger’s company inside the confines of their home. However, for the sake of sounding like a hypocrite, she put on a warm smile as he explained his connection to this stranger. By the end of the story she was almost impressed.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror
Drerys' Guest
A t twelve-A.M. Madeline screamed. “There’s something in my room!” Her straining voice pierced the silence of the house as her parents rush in, consciously avoiding the protruding end of their daughter’s toy chest. They’ve done this before, many times. But this time was different. It felt serious. She’d never screamed like this before. Not once.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror
Footsteps
The DREAMS I was in a house. My house. When I dream I am usually in some far away place that one could only reach in such a manner. I saw no point in dreaming otherwise. Dreams are supposed to take you away from what you’re familiar with, or put an unfamiliar and wonderful twist on something that’s already known. This was not the case tonight. In this dream I was awakened from a dream. I did not know what I dreamt I dreamt about, but it was no doubt terrifying. In my dream I had awoken to a noise.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror
You’ll Never Catch the Bunny Man!
The twenty-second hour stuck in the air like the lingering darkness surrounding the perimeter of the neglected woods of Fairfax County, Virginia. Martin exhaled, his heavy breath hung frozen in the air momentarily before dissipating into the yawning darkness. A nearby car door closed and a voice came to him.
By Alder Strauss3 years ago in Horror