Hi, I found Vocal on IG & was inspired to write my first story. I write in the supernatural & psychological realism genres. The supernatural stories are read at Pleasant Hauntings on YT. Thank you for coming along on this new journey.
Sigrid & Her Axe
Sigrid rests her hand on the wooden handle of the axe. She slows her breathing and remains calm but unmoving, while lying on her back listening. She keeps her eyes fixed on the skylight of the tent. The branches of the beech trees hypnotically sway in the breeze. The full moon’s haunting light briefly accentuates the canopy of leaves between openings of dense sweeping clouds on this chilly October night.
Mena's black boots glistened from the petite puddles scattered on the old and cracked pavement that had turned black from the night's rain. She maneuvered between fellow pedestrians and pranced around the scattered pools of water that shimmered from ambient hues of gold and white light with a splash of blues, greens, or reds from the restaurants and bars of the French Quarter.
Light is fluttering across my closed eyelids. The glow from the sunrise makes its way through the skin, gently nudging my eyelids to open. I slowly open my eyes from a heavy sleep and telepathically greet the sun's morning light coming into the room. There is a slight breeze this morning, and the abstract shadows created by the summer leaves from the tree outside the window wave frantically across my face. Glimpses of sharp, bright morning light flashes into my eyes.
Gabrielle walked the length and back of her living room as she had been doing for months since her vertebrae at L5 moved back into place. She created a physical therapy schedule to help heal herself from the damage the misalignment caused her body, a bulging disc, which she endured for two years. Professional physical therapy would require help at home, which was unaffordable. A friend or family member was not available to help her. She moved out of her home state, outgrew friendships she thought would last her entire life, and then COVID shut down most of the world, making life more isolating. The physical injury showed her who cared to help her and who falsely claimed to always be there for her. Despite what others have shown her, Gabrielle was determined not to give up on herself.
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window-" "What was that?" Laura asked nervously. She turned her body around to look for the source of the noise coming beyond the treeline. The top of the trees had a soft orange hue from the sun that was slowly setting. The campfire was warm offsetting the cool breeze present on this summer evening.