Danielle Joy Hackett
Bio
I’m an aspiring writer with a passion for creating art from the free world around me or the worlds that exist solely inside my head. I strive to connect closely with my audience as we together experience and express the human condition.
Stories (4/0)
The Cabin
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its glow was bright in contrast to the neverending darkness around the cabin. The taper was the only symbol of life left behind which flickered for a few hours on a hot July evening before it was blown out for good. Or at least until he would return to re-light it once again.” I finished reading the first few sentences of the short story, and although it was just the beginning, as I spoke the words out loud chills ran through my spine.
By Danielle Joy Hackett6 months ago in Fiction
The Boy and Neverland
“Goodnight my darling Wendy.” Mother whispered as not to wake my two brothers sleeping soundly in the beds next to me. She kissed my forehead gently and was swept into the light of the hallway. I watched her silhouette disappear as she shut the door swiftly, leaving me in the dark emptiness of night. I gazed around the room towards the open window as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The breeze that came from outside was feeling more chilly than usual. And the curtains seemed more distressed this evening as the wind blew them in towards the room. The night was alive, and something lay ahead of it. Trying to comfort myself from what may take hold of my head if I lay here awake any longer, I decided to count the seconds that passed. I mimicked the sound of the tick tocking from our grandfather clock, only it made me more anxious. After I stopped, and sat in the daunting silence for what felt like an eternity, I heard a melody in the distance. It sang me into a deep sleep. That was, until it grew so loud as though it had crept through my nursery window as I slept, and was now with me in this very room. The thought startled me more than awake, but had me fully conscious now. I opened my eyes. To my surprise a little boy stood above me, casting the darkness of his shadow over me. My eyes trailed past the boy as his shadow ran across the walls of the room. Frolicing and twirling around, dancing with the little perpetual bunnies on our nursery's yellow wallpaper. Joyfully as if it could go on for longer than forever all the while humming this cadaverous tune like the lullaby singing me to sleep. Except this time, in all the excitement I couldn't find myself tired. I was too hypnotized by the wonder and magic of such a shadow. How curious I was as I'd never seen anything quite like it.
By Danielle Joy Hackett9 months ago in Fiction
