The Bobcat Witch
Bio
Stay-at-home mom trying to get her dream career going so she doesn't go crazy. Enjoys taxidermy, and reading H.P. Lovecraftian reads while not watching Ms. Rachel and Bluey.
Stories (6/0)
Trollhunters: The Descent into Ragnarök
Ashka stretched amongst her pillows and blankets, looking up still in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is still all real”, she sighed. “It’s all fake love.”, a voice hissed from somewhere. Ashka looked around, “Huh?”. No response. Suddenly the silence was broken by the cries of Logi toddling over to her. “Alright, I’ll pick you up. You can sleep with me once you get bigger, I don’t want to squish you in my sleep.”, she said as she picked him up to hold him. A vibrating sound came from her desk spooked her as it was just her phone. “Oh, it’s just Jim.”, she said.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
Trollhunters: The Descend into Ragnarök
Breathing heavy, Ashka quickly grabbed her items or at least what’s left of them, “Did they fucking tear up my bag? How did even get in the locker?!” Looking at what used to be her black canvas bag now a pile of shredded fabric, “Did they use a knife or let an animal destroy it? Fuck this. Fuck all of this! I should’ve stayed in that god damn alleyway…AGGHHHH!” Slamming her fists into the metal repeatedly until they left a dent, a sharp radiating pain shocked her back to reality causing her to drop down to the floor. Softly whimpering for a few minutes, she got up and gathered herself and what was left of her dignity.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
Trollhunters: The Decent into Ragnarök
There’s this place no one knows about. A place that no one will ever comprehend; but dear God help them if they ever do. Where the line between light and dark, right, and wrong, good and evil blurs into grey; where chaos reigns.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
Bestowing Evil
This place...this place takes me away. Takes me away from the horrendous sounds of the worthless town I was brought up in. Feeling the icy wind wrap itself around my tired body as it dances around the tall whistling pines. The inky black crows dart in and out of the trees like specters, singing their songs of crepuscular as the small delicate pine siskins with their yellowish-green bodies dance between the yaupon on the forest floor.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
Long Thaw
"I can't do this anymore...", the girl whimpered out as she drew a sharp breath. wincing in pain she collapsed in the alleyway. She laid there flat on her back in the dark wet snicket, a sharp pain spread from her right side. Blood started to pool from the pain. putting her bruised hand over the wound as the warm liquid speed through her fingers. Slowly getting up, her face grimicing at the discomfort. Limping over to the nearest brick wall her nose began to bleed. "Ugh, damn this.", she groaned out of her busted lips. Sliding down, leaving a crimson smear as she went down. A strong urge to puke overwhelmed her as she released her leftovers all over the ground and herself.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
