DarkRandall
Bio
Hi, my name is Kelly and I’m a writer and reader of horror, suspense, and all things dark. Working on a mid-fantasy/sci-Fi novel, among other writing projects. Please read and leave some love!
Stories (15/0)
The Robber Bridegroom
I grew up most often the only child with a single father in the military. Sometimes, usually for a few weeks during the summer, my younger sister would visit, and I would have a playmate. My father frequently deployed, and I remember one time staying with my grandma. She gave me an old book of fairy tales that used to be my father’s, and holding it would make me feel close to him when he was away. It was a small, red, leatherbound copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, with gold inlay and wording. The pages were old and worn, and the binding was starting to fall apart. I wore it down more by frequently reading it, or having my grandma read it to me. Eventually she gave me the book to keep, and I still have it on my shelf today, over 25 years later. The book was published in 1973, so it is now nearly fifty years old. Copies of this book run between $8-$50, depending on condition of the text and where you are buying from.
By DarkRandall3 years ago in Horror
Falling from Grace
The crystal clear waters barely lapped at my unclothed feet, and the place seemed to be frozen in the Dawn of the Morning. Light blue hues crested the gentle surrounding clouds, and the mist before me faded as the Golden Gate shined brightly before me, as if to welcome me home. The Gate was a lot taller than I expected... I had to crane my neck backwards, and even then I couldn't see the top of it. Did giants cross this threshold too, I wondered silently with a small snicker. The Gate creaked as it slowly opened, unaided, allowing me entry and beckoning me to enter. No one was here. Wasn't there supposed to be a Gatekeeper? Where was the fabled St. Peter? Shrugging, I slipped inside, and the Gate slammed shut as the metal clang of finality echoed around me. I blinked as the fog surrounding the Gate dissipated. Looking around, I saw the vast beauty and light hues of the rainbow in the immediate area, and yet, still I was refused a greeting by anyone. No St. Peter, no Angels, nothing. I began walking, in hopes that I might find someone to talk to. There had to be someone here, right? The gentle clouds clustered around my feet like dust, coming up in small swirls and attempting to attach themselves to my ankles in desperation, if only to be washed away by the rising tide below. The clear waters nearly covered my feet now, I noticed. Still, it was calming.
By DarkRandall3 years ago in Fiction
Silicon Valley
“What a piece of junk,” Aurora said, tossing the tarnished heart-shaped locket aside. It clattered on the broken tiled floor. She flipped her long golden hair over her shoulder and dug through the other drawers and register tills of the abandoned Best Buy, but there was nothing useful. Diane delicately picked up the golden locket, her well-aged hands caressing the metal almost lovingly.
By DarkRandall3 years ago in Fiction