Nick Orsay
Achievements (1)
Stories (2/0)
Ice and Candlelight
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It began around the same time my son, Joseph, began coming home late – haggard, distracted, and covered in blood. The first time I saw him I nearly lost my breath, for I’d thought the blood was his own. He gave no reaction, only removed his snowy boots and sat down in that chair in the center of the room, staring at the wall for what seemed like the whole night, though I find it increasingly difficult to tell exactly how long. In this northern land, at this time of year when the sun does not rise, the darkness plays with your heart and wits.
By Nick Orsay2 years ago in Horror
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Those Final MemoriesRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
I’ve forgotten some of how I lost them, but other things I will never forget. I remember how it began: the sky darkening around the northern bank of Ocather’s bay. Snowflakes falling gently on reed-thatched roofs. That energy in the air. People, Umghul kinsmen, screaming and weeping and panicking as they stampede from our mud hut village toward the shoreline until their feet churn the main road into a sucking mire. I remember how the carts clogged the passages between the shacks and slums, but people only clambered over the top of them like insects. A bargemen, a non-Umghul, stood on the roof of a shack by the bay and screamed uselessly for order. An old man sat at the threshold of his hut, begging someone to help carry him. “The Ganthians will kill me! The Ganthians will kill me!” he cried over and over. I wonder if anybody stopped to help him. I wish to the Creator I could have.
By Nick Orsay2 years ago in Fiction