Megan Butt
Stories (4/0)
The Witches Fire
Elaine smothered the small clay horse between her sweaty palms, breathing deep and holding it until she became light headed. In through her nose, out through her mouth. She couldn't forget to breath properly or else this wouldn't work. In through her nose went the scent of pine and dirt, so sharp it almost made her sneeze; out through her mouth, came a thick white mist, winding up through the crisp morning humidity. She didn't mind the cold, it rejuvenated her and helped ease the tension in her muscles, it might even work to ground her enough to do magic. Be one with the earth, feel it around you, her teacher said, but that was easier said than done. "Affixione Notauit," the spell sounded natural for once, rolling off her tongue and singing upon the wind like a chime. One with the earth. One with the forest. Let the power of creation aid her. Yes, yes, this was it! Opening her hands she frowned; the figurine still lay in two pieces. "Why can't I do this?" she grumbled, hastily stuffing it into her bag so she didn't have to look at it anymore. If she couldn't even fix this, how could she call herself a witch?
By Megan Butt3 years ago in Fiction
Overthrown
The cake had been a joke- a bad one, mind you- by the jailers. "Here you go," the scrawny big nosed one said as he slid the plate into the cell, "we all know how you love your cake, your highness," he spoke the title mockingly. A night ago he might have been killed for that, but with the executioner dead Andre supposed the rat faced traitor would keep his head a little longer. Once he got out of here, however; these men would be the first to pay for their crimes. The heavy metal bars slammed shut and a roar of laughter sounded from down the hall. "Idiots," he grumbled.
By Megan Butt3 years ago in Fiction
You Should Smile More
The moon was full tonight; that was a bad sign. Andrew Thompson shivered as the wind snapped his pajama bottoms around his ankles, his arms prickling with goose flesh despite his attempts to rub warmth into them. He had to hurry, if his father found him out here... well, he didn't even want to think about that. He stood outside the barn, its structure rising over him like a tsunami about to drop. Just forget it, there's nothing in there, you're making stuff up, go back to bed before you get in trouble. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he couldn't shake the feeling of dread, the truth was that early today he'd found something he shouldn't have and he didn't think it was something he could ignore. Breathing a shaky almost painful breathe he lifted the padlock that sealed the doors, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as the rusty metal screeched. His hands were so shaky it took him a couple tries to get the key in but when he did it opened with a click that sounded loud enough to wake the dead.
By Megan Butt3 years ago in Horror
Journey of the Soul
Olivia had been young the first time she'd crept to the edge of the city. Her mother warned her against it; it was forbidden to cross the border into the barrens after all, but she'd been either too young or too stupid to care. Somewhere out there were other cities, but as far as one could see was only burning red sand and the slight indication of ruins along the horizon. She wasn't interesting in the landscape, however; it was the guardians that interested her. Curiosity drove her as close to the large stone beasts as she dared, near enough to see the moss that grew along their back and arms like fur. They stood anchored in place, their feet dug deep into the sand as though they had sprouted from the ground like trees. They stood so still one could assume they were statues if not for the steady roaming of their yellowed eyes. How many were there? She couldn't bring herself to stay long enough to count, but she noted that they circled the city like a make-shift wall. If they joined arms there might not be space enough for anything to squeeze past them she thought. Fear had sent her running home, screaming out the next night she felt the ground rumble beneath their feet.
By Megan Butt3 years ago in Horror