A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A single flickering flame was the only light in the empty building, sunlight and moonlight could not penetrate the inky blackness within. It had been so long since anyone had even looked upon the cabin, centuries even. Many had forgotten its very existence. That was their first mistake.
That First Summer
One of my biggest personality traits is my love for food. Really, ask anyone. My parents raised me to appreciate food and the process of making it. I grew up watching Food Network classics like Iron Chef and Chopped, Saturday mornings we watched Create or Jacques Pepin. We almost always sat down to eat dinner together and holiday dinners were a culinary masterpiece. Food was everywhere. I knew that when I got married I wanted to carry my love and appreciation for food with me.
The Valley of Beasts
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren't always minotaurs, harpies, and griffins either. The Valley had become overrun with these vermin. A chimera had eaten three village children already and it was the most recent addition to this menagerie of the damned.
The movies never did it right, not that there were movies being made anymore. Moira hadn't seen a movie in... close to eight years. She used to play them in her head, during those fire-streaked nights that no reasonable human could sleep through. Children's movies were especially comforting. She could remember most of Mulan and Hercules. Classics like The Princess Bride could never truly be forgotten. They brought little comfort in this desolate world however.
Happy. Bubbly. Sweet. The words used to describe me as a child and most of my teenage years. Angsty, angry, emotional, those are not words anyone ever used to describe me. Every teen has angst though, right? I didn't even know what angst was until my older sister was about 16.
You Are Afraid
Halfway through finals. So close to finishing out the semester. Staying up all night to study was a bad idea. Milo was so tired during his biology test, he could not have possibly done well. Whatever, if he had to retake classes, it wasn't the end of the world.
Lenora held her breath, trembling, in a closet barely bigger than a cupboard. She almost didn't fit but the adrenaline pulsing through her had warped her body. She made herself fit. The swiss army knife was clutched to her chest in a desperate attempt to be prepared. Laughable. How could she have prepared for this?