Eva sutherland
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What were you dreaming of, Kat?
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It flickered in Katherine's eyes. With a world that had been filled with darkness and colourful wriggly worms under her eyelids, the sudden light was a shock to Kat. It demanded intrigue. It was the same curiosity that left Kat in the woods that night and that pulled her towards the flaring candle in the rusted cabin window. It was the unusual crunch underneath her boots and the strange scent in the air that never quite smelt of pine. Kat’s breath warmed the cold air and saliva slobbered from her mouth. The moonlight glistened like shards of crystals dancing in the sky. Kat walked one step at a time towards the cabin. The air around her was as dark as a veil. Kat flayed her hands through the air and could see nothing but blindness. It was the cool breeze that pricked the hairs on Kat's neck and the squawk of an owl that pierced her ears, deafening. And it was the quiet howl of the wind that caused her to shiver, the hairs on her head to flow past her blinded eyes and tangle on her face like the thin web of a spider. She took one more step. With a darkness between her eyes and feet. Kat could hear her fathers voice as she took another weary step.
By Eva sutherland2 years ago in Horror
My Mother Told Me Stories
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As I crept up the narrow stairway the chilled air brought goosebumps to my skin. The light of the cabin grew further and further away. My feet fumbled on the unsteady wooden stairs. I startled as the wind howled behind the narrow walls. A hand slithered from the shadows and grasped my arm. It was as dark as charcoal and as wispy as a cloud. With fingers so cold they shot through my arm like daggers. I felt the hand wrench me towards the shadows. The thick fog stuck to my arms like viscid honey. Everything went dark. I felt wiry hair scratch at my neck and the sharp nails of the hand dig into my skin. The air was dark but filled with sounds of whispers and shrieks. I pried my free arm out and trailed my fingertips along a cold brick wall. The air grew colder and I shivered as the arm continued to twist and pull. I saw a light. A familiar light, a light like the cabin.
By Eva sutherland2 years ago in Horror
There weren't always dragons in the valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The fire hissed and burned my raw skin. Smoke filled my lungs and my hair singed in the fuming air. My sword scratched at the scales of the giant beast, and the steel boiled, chased down my arm and peeled my skin to the bone. The dragon was as dark as a shadow. It snarled and growled as I swerved from the fire that poured out its mouth. Its claws cracked the stone beneath my feet, and its wings were a turmoil in the air around me. It had scales as big as my hand that burned at the touch. Sweat covered my body, and my skin was set on fire by patches of red burns. As I ripped its throat open with my dagger, blood poured on my head, soaked the skin down my back and burned my throat. I heard a screech that echoed through my ears. I stumbled with fatigue and teetered on my heels. The big scaly wings of the dragon thrashed me to the ground and whipped at my limbs. I felt the smoke cling to my throat. My breath quickened as I scrambled on the ground. I stood to observe the beast and stumbled. My eyes burned from the smoke, and the air's haze incapacitated me. I coughed and choked on the thick smog. As I reached its head, I trailed my fingers along its scales and horns. My fingers burned, and I jittered in the heat. Its eyes were open and dead, with a look of solace. I wept as I looked at its lifeless eyes and wings that looked so frail on the ruined ground.
By Eva sutherland2 years ago in Fiction