Danielle Roske
Stories (3/0)
The Song of a Gazelle
Dark, struggling, demented anguish is all that can be felt between mile 13 and 31 on Range Road 73. Despair lingers. The air hangs thick enough to feel as though one is breathing through a straw. The atmosphere stings with the bloody scent of sweet iron musk. The locals say the road is the epitome of death. Thousands of men, women, and children have disappeared; all being reported to have taken a route through Range Road 73. Electronic activities cease, vehicles become disabled, minds distort, and no one who has entered that stretch of gravel has ever been heard from again. They say around midnight, on the eve of every full moon, a sweet and tangy melody can be heard by the poor souls who are destined to die. An undeniably irresistible, soft, bleeding, longing tune; strong enough to pull one in without any notice or protest. Some say it is the song of a siren, a siren no one who ever heard was able to resist.
By Danielle Roske2 years ago in Horror
Zera
From the beginning of ages the soul has existed. But to what extent? Is there a soul, or simply a mind? Does it begin when the brain sparks its first synapses? Or is it eternal, waiting for the single, glorious moment one specific mind is brought into being? Some may contemplate these complexities, but others, like Zera, need to be explicitly shown.
By Danielle Roske3 years ago in Motivation