Wanying Zhang
Stories (4/0)
Yellow Fever
A gust of wind swirled the leaves on the empty sidewalk into a restless dance. Angela’s boots clicked rhythmically as she walked along the pavement. She buried her mouth into her scarf and shoved her hands deep into her pockets. She had never been to this neighbourhood before. Each property stood at least half a kilometre apart from the next, with grandeur being the only common attribute. Carefully manicured yards and lawns stretched like small meadows in the front and back. Neat rows of maple and elm trees on either side of the road formed a canopy overhead. Their extended branches reached towards Angela as if to envelope her. As she turned the street corner, her boyfriend’s home came into view. She felt trepidation rise within her as the house drew nearer. She double checked the address on her phone to make sure it was right, 4 Northgate Avenue. It was an isolated house. Yellow leaves fell in a golden curtain, smothering the groomed hedges. She mentally prepared herself to meet his parents. How are you? It is lovely to finally meet you... no, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.
By Wanying Zhang3 years ago in Horror
A Secret Lie
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have flesh and bone again and breathe the air outside. The mirror resting above the dresser in the bedroom reflects the park overlooking a serene lake. I look in the mirror to gaze at the beauty outdoors without directly looking into the sunlight. I want to hear the ducks quacking and children happily splashing nearby. But the house traps me here. If I try to leave, the sunlight will burn me during the day and the blasts of cold keep me in during the night. Now, I am a figment of imagination that drifts in the wind like the aftermath of a terrible storm.
By Wanying Zhang3 years ago in Horror
The Night Owl Princess
Some hundred years ago, there was a princess, skin black as the night sky and thick, charcoal hair braided and wound down her back. Quick on her feet and sharp in the mind, she had just come of age to be married. She had her own ideas of marriage independent of her parents. But the King and Queen must consider political partnerships as the highest priority over their daughter’s happiness. The King had thus chosen a suitable husband twice her age, the prince of Telum. Telum was adjacent to their state, Nox. The prince held a solid mind and had a good hand for the sword, but most importantly, his state manufactured and distributed most of the weapons in the country.
By Wanying Zhang3 years ago in Horror