Lilo Dallas
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Stories (5/0)
Reborn
The wind whipped wildly across the hills, tossing leaves to scatter amongst the various debris. With one hand gripping upon her hood she trekked downwards, feet stumbling on the loose gravel, she dared not look back. There within her arm, tucked between it and her chest was a dark, worn black leather bound book that she clung to desperately. The long tattered material of her dress danced between her bare feet as she slid down the gravel embankment running toward the coast. With each crash of waves atop the shore becoming louder as she approached the salt spray embraced her with it’s trickle across cloth and flesh. Suddenly the echo of a screech could be heard in the distance, a heart wrenching guttural wail that gripped her at her core. The sound was so powerful it was as if her body responded instantly, crumbling to the ground as it seemed to take her breath from her.
By Lilo Dallas3 years ago in Humans
Passing Time
Approaching my grandfather's home brought a sadness that I hadn’t confronted since his death. The numerous nights spent running through this home, the stories by the fireplace, and the smell of ginger and pipe that lingered well after you’ve left. The 1800s Victorian style home stood proud and majestic, revealing the ambiance of an age long past. Growing up this house always gave me chills due to the random sounds and noises throughout the night it would produce, now that I’m older I find it far more fascinating than eerie.
By Lilo Dallas3 years ago in Horror
Home is Where the Heart is
To many when you hear the word home you think of a house, you get a very distinct image in your mind of what you expect a home to look like. I was raised with the belief of the white picket fence, a dream. Although this image for me has changed over time as it has for many others, however for me the image is not one of walls and a roof.
By Lilo Dallas3 years ago in Families
Toe for Toe
Arriving at the school in her Sunday best, Amelia carried her torn bag made up of curtains and leftover material, held together with straps and stitches. Within this bag held her life, her passion, it was truly all she owned. Making her way up those long stairs that seemed shine within the light of the home she let hand glide over freshly polished wood, her own eyes staring back at her. The sound of the Ballet Masters cane could be heard as it tapped the floor “ “1… 2.. 3.. And 4.. 5 … 6...7 and 8 and 1 .. “ the counting could be heard echoing along with each tap of the cane. Waiting a brief moment a tall woman, older who seemed to permanently have a stern distort to her face gathered up Amelia and led her down a long hallway “ here is where you will sleep, there is your trunk, “ after the gaunt woman looked the girl over she continued “ and where are your things child?” Amelia held up her bundle that was basically all tied together “ ere Miss, it’s all I got “ an almost sneer curled upon the womans thin lips “ I see” she simply said “ you are expected up in rehearsal hall one, hurry it up” she then without any further word simply turned and made her departure, the pale grey dress trailing behind her.
By Lilo Dallas4 years ago in Unbalanced