Rosewood Anthill
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Stories (4/0)
LEO
There is a puddle, sparsely lit by the dying light of a setting sun. The gravel surrounding this small mirror of water is threatening to choke out its life. The sky is set aflame with purples and soft pinks. A bitter cold is creeping in as the shadows of trees scratch farther and deeper across the ground.
By Rosewood Anthill3 years ago in Fiction
And a Ghost is Born
Ever so delicate. The air, that is. Glass like in feeling but that is yet another reason to let it go. Is it easy doing this? I do not know. I do not have the privilege of understanding any other way. I enjoy the quiet when it is over. A helping hand, I guess. Any other reason would be just as fitting.
By Rosewood Anthill3 years ago in Fiction
The Pain Eater
“Guaranteed salvation of the mortal condition is a heavily sought after gift, a gift that does not come at a material price. If something so deeply and profoundly primal were to be erased from the body, what ethereal chain would fill that immediate void?”
By Rosewood Anthill3 years ago in Horror
Red Eyed Nuns and Their Habits
Vf They do not give warning to their appearance and never speak. The soft black cloth they wear does not stand out from the normal garb of other nuns. The only feature that makes you second guess are the white clay masks they wear. Flat, smooth and blank. Only two holes for peering eyes to see through. They walk in a diamond formation of four. No one knows if there are more than four, just that they are only seen in one group at a time.
By Rosewood Anthill3 years ago in Horror