Fantasy
death at my hands will be a mercy
Grimelda had lost many people in her life, but never a daughter. Humans might have said Malia’s grave was beautiful, her big tombstone at the head of it, smoothed over with fresh mud and colorful flower petals. To Grimelda, it was repulsive. But she knew that a human gravesite, crawling with bugs and rotting with flesh, was where Malia would’ve wished to be. This was where she chose to live, Grimelda reminded herself constantly, long fingers twitching. This was where she was happiest.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
Panther Witch
In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets of old and the moonlight danced through the leaves, lived a five-year-old little witch named Elara. Elara had inherited her magic from a long line of powerful witches, yet she possessed a wild spirit that set her apart from her ancestors. Her days were filled with lessons on potions, spells, and the language of animals, but at night, a different kind of magic called to her.
By VNessa Erlene3 years ago in Fiction
hole in the earth. Content Warning.
“Alois, why are we running?” Lise pants out at her best friend. She attempts to slow their pace, her legs still burning from the previous day’s work. But Alois’s legs are unrelenting, as is his grip on her hand, and he doesn’t deign her with a response.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
