Xan Indigo
Bio
science fiction • fantasy • horror • botany • astronomy • tea
Stories (6/0)
Lure
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering orange glow, inviting in contrast to the steely cold light from the hazy moon. I blinked my tired eyes hard, a frown gathering on my forehead. Strange. I didn’t remember seeing the cabin there before. I’d heard of it, of course. Everyone in the town had. As children, we’d all heard the stories of the creepy cabin on the edge of Lumley’s Woods. Just on the outskirts of town. I looked both ways as I crossed the road, more out of habit than anything else. It wasn’t like there would be any cars out here. Especially not at this time of night. A humid breeze carried the scent of damp, dewy grass and the first sighs of summer. Soon this little town would be full of tourists, enjoying time away from their busy city lives. For now though, it was dead out here.
By Xan Indigo9 months ago in Horror
Acts of Kindness
Good deeds, like so much in this world, are born and not made. Any one particular good deed, at its inception, is little more than an idea. A stray thought in the back of someone’s mind, waiting to escape. Like an acorn, waiting to germinate in the warmth of Springtime.
By Xan Indigo2 years ago in Humans
Harbinger
A terrible shriek sliced into the silence of Nuha’s apartment like a rusted hacksaw blade into splintering hardwood. She turned sharply to find the source of the noise, as her heart almost leapt out of her chest at the sudden interruption. Standing on a metal railing just outside her window was an owl. Seeing it, Nuha breathed a sigh, and let out a quiet laugh of relief. The owl looked at her, shuffled its feet and bobbed its head once from side to side. Its white face and chest, framed by brown feathers on its back and wings, put her in mind of a monk from medieval Europe.
By Xan Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
