Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was no different tonight when Raya sat on top of the boulder, behind her house, with Asher cuddled in her lap. The meadow was alive with motion, every thin blade of grass trembling while crickets swayed and sang along in perfect rhythm with the howling wind. Despite the wind, tenacious fireflies refused to be left out and danced in the meadow. Nature's music accompanied Raya’s thoughts that constantly plagued her mind.
By J.C. Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
If walls could talk, other than me, what would they say? What could they do? How could such a thing occur? I knew the answers for me, but what about others outside this prison? Is this the only house of talking walls? I wondered about this until my train of thought was interrupted.
By J.C. Hartabout a year ago in Horror
This book is dedicated to my friends and family for all their love and support. You know who you are. Chapter 1: Jared
By J.C. Hart2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Jared The screen shifted to footage of a standard enforcer block, all the enforcers in thick gray genetically infused armor, “Our enforcers strong and our cities protected–”
Pain. Fear. Heartache, mind suffering. Lungs and eyelids heavy, fatigued limbs numb, back aching, body stinging. Tapping of rain, crackling of thunder, electrical buzzing. Slowly, I opened my burning eyes.
By J.C. Hart2 years ago in Horror