Sauhaira Darwel
Bio
Short stories, fiction, dark fiction, and fantasy.
Stories (4/0)
Mim The mouse
The densely knitted grass swayed in the summer breeze, while crickets chirped from on top of the sleeping poppies. The stones cast shadows across the sod, which melded with the shadows of leaves and twigs. The quiet pitter-patter of tiptoes filled the stillness of the evening, and Mim the mouse stood at the entrance of her den, sniffing the air, scenting for predators.
By Sauhaira Darwel4 months ago in Fiction
A Winter Walk
Winter Walk The moon is full and its light glistens softly off the winter snow as wind blows gently through the dry branches of trees. I walk alone on the frozen earth; my feet bare and worn as I fluently move through the dense brush. My heart becomes light and satisfied as the snow crunches under my toes, each step full with more life than the next. I breathe the cool air and lift my face to welcome the chilling scent of roots and bark that dance amongst the trees. Tonight is the clearest I’ve seen in a long time and not even the densely crossing branches can hide the galaxies overhead. As I look onward to the sky, I feel every part of my being lit aflame, like a million suns burning within me.
By Sauhaira Darwel9 months ago in Fiction
The Shore Line
I've walked alone for a while now, my gasmask growing heavier with each step. Finally, I’ve reached the ocean. There’s no one else here, just me and my footsteps. The sea looked like razors, swallowing up the coastline. They grew and splattered themselves along the rocks before disappearing to where they came from. The rocky coast was littered with toxic-colored seaweeds that glowed an off-green. The wind was heavy and pushed against the layers under my coat. It was wet and salty, and it condensed and formed crystallized droplets across my hairline.
By Sauhaira Darwel11 months ago in Fiction
Cinder and Ash
The smell of ash burrowed deep into his nose. The scent of a city on fire blew in the air and wrapped his body in hot cinders. All he knew was now falling to ash. In his hand, all that was left was the heart shaped pendant that belonged to her.
By Sauhaira Darwel11 months ago in Fiction
