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Her County: Part 1
I have a story to tell you. On the dawn of the third day into my journey, I came out from a thicket of trees, finding myself at the very edge of a rugged and torn field. At first, I hadn’t realised it was tilled. The heavy, clumping balls of earthy dirt were indistinguishable from the jagged and sharp rocks that seemed to float atop the sprawling sea of muck. Patches were more stone than soil; black and grey sediments that crumples underfoot, yet scraped coarsely on my soles. I had lost my sandals the previous evening as I cross marshland. It never occurred to me to pack another in my satchel.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Fiction
Mary had a little lamb
The chapel was gone. In its place, a field of ash stretched into the gray horizon—windless, breathless, still. Mary stood at the center, her palms glowing faintly, threads of golden light weaving from her fingers into the sky. Ash knelt beside her, quiet, reverent. Sebastian… lay collapsed. His body was no longer shifting. He was no longer transforming. The wool had peeled away entirely now. His hooves were hands. His face—delicate, human, eerily angelic—stared up at her with wide, black eyes filled not with hatred… but fear. Not for her. For himself. Mary stepped toward him, her voice hoarse. “Who were you… before?” Sebastian shook his head. Ash, watching silently, finally spoke: “He wasn’t always this. You deserve to know what they did.” And then the world began to remember. The Real Origin of Sebastian It began in the village of Vehl, nestled in a valley choked with superstition. Sebastian had been a boy no older than six when the rains stopped falling. The crops died. The livestock were born deformed. The sky turned a sickly yellow. The elders, drunk on fear and desperation, demanded a reason. A scapegoat. And they found one in him. A child too kind. Too quiet. With hair like bleached snow and eyes that unsettled the priests. A child who had been there—present—when the mayor’s daughter went missing. What no one cared to remember was that Sebastian had tried to save her. He’d followed the scream into the woods. He’d found her doll in a bush. He’d run to the village, gasping, sobbing, begging someone to help. But by the time they arrived, the girl was gone. And the doll—soaked in blood—was still clutched in his hands. The real killer stood behind the crowd that night, expression calm, face smeared with holy ash. Elias, the herbalist’s son. Seventeen. Jealous. Clever. He had found the Tome of the Devourer by accident—buried beneath his grandfather’s floorboards. He never meant to use it. Until he saw the boy with the snow-hair smiling too brightly, too innocently. He planted the evidence. He told the priests. He showed them the cursed book. He whispered, “The child is a vessel. The demon has entered through his birth.” The ritual began on the night of a blood moon. Sebastian’s mother did not stop them. His father looked away. He was dragged from his home barefoot, crying, trying to hold his brother’s hand. But no one reached back. They stripped him naked in the village square. They painted his chest with runes that burned on contact. They broke his toys and scattered them around the circle, muttering that no soul could remain attached to “worldly tethers.” And then they cut off his tongue. To prevent the demon from “whispering.” He didn’t scream. He couldn’t. But his eyes—those impossible, dark eyes—watched them all. When they chanted the incantation, the air twisted. Time buckled. Something answered. But not the way they hoped. Instead of banishing darkness—they poured it into him. Sebastian had never been a demon. But the ritual made him one. It cored out his heart. It poured in sorrow, confusion, rage. It stitched the wool into his skin. It closed his voice forever. It made him immortal. And very, very alone. The ritual ended. The child slumped forward. And the villagers cheered, blind to what they had truly done. For centuries, Sebastian wandered. At first, silent. Confused. A lamb with hollow eyes and blood on his hooves. He did not remember being a boy. But he felt the betrayal. The pain became his compass. The hunger, his company. Until he met Mary. She had picked him up from the field, just as the villagers once dragged him away. She held him. Fed him. Named him. She did not know what he was. And for the first time in centuries, Sebastian felt warmth. But warmth, twisted through torment, becomes obsession. Back in the Present
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Terrible vampire
‎Terrible vampire! ‎Episode: 1 ‎-------------------------- ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" "Nick" "" "" ‎"" Acropy said in a loud voice "" "" !!! ‎"" "" Father "" "" ‎"" Nick said in a firm voice "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" Nick said on the other side "" "" " ‎"" "" "Ho ho ho vampire your son will die ........" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "" The house was laughing. Abrik "" " ‎"" "" Mr. Nick eyes are small mr. Avrik said with full sight "" "" ‎"" "" "You know very well in the sea we have the restriction of" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "And the biggest thing is the answer to the vampire in the forest that does not return" "" "" " ‎"" "And you will burst him there, Mr to bring flowers from the middle of the poisonous snake. Nick said in a routine "" "" "" ‎"" "" "Mr. Avrik said" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" Restrictions "" "" !!!! ‎"" "" That is not just for you if you don't have to obey this day we would rule in the whole america "" "" " ‎"" "" “Some people in the Father Sea have let us be on the side of the belief“ ”” ”” ‎"" "We know that we can be terrible for them and you are asking them to finish. Nick shocked "" "" !!!! ‎"" "" Mr. Avrik's nose said to the face of the nose and hearing this principle of your nose, "" "" ‎"" "" Will not forget we are human so stop being bewheed like people "" "" ‎"" "" I am surprised to see you and Eric "" "" "" " ‎"" "Your son is like you haven't been like you have been like me" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" "Father Eric has not yet been inside the human day if it would have been a hard -minded man. Nick said in the "" "" "" " ‎"" ""Never be with those animals called people you will never see "" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" "No Father It You didn't teach him that my son wouldn't have been so violent Mr. Nick said" "" "" " ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "" "" "Ever since he has been fighting the quarrel with Mrs. Bilkis Ara" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" "" But Bilkis Ara also does not seem advantage in the words of Rafiq Sahib "" "" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" "" But this is how he will tell Bilkis Ara "" "" "!!! ‎."" "You want to leave my mother dead girl" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" "But he can't say it because it is finished saying it many times this time Bilkis Ara will cry like a dead house" "" "" "" ‎"" "But he will not take Jasmine with one leg and he will not give it to America's ground" "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" "" Jasmine will go with us "" "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" " ‎."" ‎"" "" He cut off quietly "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" ‎."" ‎"" ‎"" "" "Due to the father you can go to America with us today" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" "" The "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" ‎ ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" Nick how much I am saying that Eric will not do you want your father back to his old power. Avrik said "" "" !!!! ‎"" "" Mr. Nick does not understand what to say "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" "But how he or how he burst into his son's poisonous snake whose bite cannot survive the strong vampire" "" "" "" ‎"" "" Mr. Avrik noticed his son started to soften "" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" "" "Erie is a vampire who goes to the north forest and can bring that flower for me through those poisonous snakes and it is not possible for anyone" "" ". ‎"" "" If you can't see your son in distress, who can see the father then will not skip my power "" "" "" ‎"" "Today I will be as I am later than 20 years ago" "" " ‎"" "" My Eric me on the very good bus I know if I know that the only 5 flowers can bring back my lost energy that will run away. Don't tell him "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "He looked at the boy in the dark" "" " ‎"" "" Mr. Nick's mouth is dry "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "MrAcropy wicked laug ‎"" "" Mr. Nick left the room in the face of worried "" "" "" ‎"" "Today Mr. Avrik is floating like a duck in the water" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" "" Oh how peace it is looking for for 20 years, he has been waiting for this flower. He understands that his pursuit will be fulfilledAvrik became glad "" "" "" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" Jasmine went in front of his father's room "" "" " ‎"" "" Parents were not called "" "" !!! ‎"" "Yes ray mai income inside" "" "" "" ‎"" "Jasmine slowly sat next to Rafiq Sahib in the room" ‎"" "He got up and said that your clothes were packed with my mother" "" "" ‎"" "" "Jasmine not feeling the head" "" "" "" ‎"" "" Rafiq Sahib asked in surprise "" "" " ‎"" "" Why Ray Mother I told you a long time ago "" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" "Jasmine said in a trembling voice" "" "" " ‎"" "" I was thinking you would leave me like "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" Rafiq Sahib couldn't speak anymore "" "" " ‎"" "" "Bilkis Ara does not say anything in front of his eyes, he can say anything like a girl in his eyes. ‎"" "" Rafiq Sahib holds Jasmin's hand "" "" ‎"" " ‎"" "And I couldn't say anything else to your mother, and this time you get all the things you get" "" "" " ‎"" "" "Jasmine Rafiq Sahib hugs" "" "" "" ‎"" "" Crying in the voice of the beza said I didn't want anything to do with my father. You just need nothing to be next to me "" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" "" "Jasmine Rafiq Sahib again and said that your choice is my choice" "" "" "" " ‎."" ‎"" ‎"" "" He went to the room to put the clothes on the Easy Chair and closed his eyes and started to remember the previous "" "" "" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "Many years ago to cheat his first wife ‎"" "" "Bilkis will one day know that mother" "" ‎"" "" Because of which is to get married secretly to Bilkis "" "" ‎"" ‎"" ‎"" "And as a result of its own life in its own life" "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "Could not bear that Rafiq Sahib's deceit" "" "" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" " ‎"" Hollywood songs are listening to high volume from the wings room this night Rafiq Sahib got up and gave cotton to the ear "" "" "" " ‎"" "And the girl is as reckless as a mother" "" "" "" ‎"" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ‎"" "" His pappa tells him to go to their previous palace "" "" "" "" " ‎"" ‎"" "" "Tense pappa" "" "" "" " ‎"" "" "To Night IM So Mach Bg" "" "" "" ‎"" "" Ok Eric Butt will come down "" "" "" "" ‎"" "That hm lying beside the beautiful vampire had a more deep" "" "" "" "his tonight bed mate Elina" "" " ‎"" "I want to enjoy that beautifully like this today" "" ""
By MD.RASEL HOSSAN about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Signal
In 2247, the city of Neovaris vibrated with the hum of quantum processors and the flicker of holographic spires. Humanity had long since been fused with artificial intelligence, their minds linked to the Nexus - a vast digital consciousness that controlled every aspect of life. But there was one who resisted: Kell, a rogue technician who lived on the shadowy outskirts, where the Nexus' reach flickered like a dying star.
By Utsha Biswasabout a year ago in Fiction
"Before Rain" A Romantic Love Story Prologue: The First Drop
Before Rain" A Romance Love Story Prologue: The First Drop The rain always came at 3:07 PM. Lena had timed it for years—ever since she moved to the sleepy coastal town of Havenbrook, where the weather was as predictable as the tides. Every day, without fail, the skies would darken at 3:05 PM, and by 3:07, the first drop would fall.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
The perfect life . Content Warning.
“What if perfection was the scariest mask of all?” Nicholas clairmont was the kind of man people instantly adored. Tall, effortlessly handsome, with warm brown eyes that held a quiet, almost shy kindness, he moved through life like a ghost, unseen when he wanted to be, unforgettable when he chose to be noticed. At 28, he was a respected financial advisor, known for his patience with elderly clients and his willingness to volunteer at animal shelters, orphanages, sober living homes. His neighbors called him the perfect gentleman. His coworkers admired his calm demeanor. Women found his soft-spoken nature endearing, his smiles disarmingly genuine. Attraction towards him spread everywhere he went. No one suspected a thing. It's cause Nicholas made sure the others perceive him the way he wants. he portrays himself as a kind, innocent, naive, shy, calm guy Infront of everyone. so everyone loves him. Nicholas had rules. Never leave a trace. Never take credit. Never get angry in public. When his coworker, Daniel, was found dead in a hit-and-run, the office mourned. Nicholas brought flowers to the funeral, his face the picture of sorrow. No one knew that Daniel had been asking too many questions about the missing funds in a client’s account, funds Nicholas had quietly siphoned away. When Emily, the barista who always remembered his coffee order, vanished one night, the police called it a tragic case of a young woman leaving town abruptly. Only Nicholas knew her body rested beneath the freshly poured concrete of a new downtown parking garage. She had recognized him from the night of Daniel’s accident. A shame. She made great coffee. He had liked her. Then came Rachel. She was new to the apartment complex, bright, observant, a freelance journalist with a habit of digging into things. She smiled at Nicholas in the hallway, made small talk. Harmless. Until she mentioned the pattern. Funny how so many bad things happen around here, she said one evening, sipping wine in his immaculate living room. But never to you. Nicholas laughed softly, eyes downcast. Guess I’m just lucky. Rachel didn’t laugh back. He knew he should kill her. But for the first time, he hesitated. Rachel was different. She looked at him like she knew, and yet… she kept coming back. They became close. Then came the night she confronted him. I found your little trophies, she whispered in the dark of his study, holding up a Polaroid of Emily, the dead barista. You’re not as careful as you think. Lucas didn’t panic. He just smiled, really smiled, for the first time in years. Neither are you, he said softly. The knife was already in his hands. At Rachel’s funeral, Nicholas wore black, his face the perfect portrait of grief. Her colleagues hugged him, thanked him for being such a good friend. That night, he added her photo to his collection, The wall. After all, the perfect life required maintenance. The wall was the part of his perfect life. And Nicholas was nothing if not meticulous.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
What people imagine, people can show up so
One of the main reasons for human superiority is his imagination. This fantasy is what made him apart from other animals. People not only stops seeing the present, but they paint the future, dreams and try to make that dream a reality. This is why it is said, "People can do what people imagine."
By Md Abdullah Al Aswadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.16: The Golem Market Pt.2
The group is currently heading toward North Finrel, this section of the Golem Market is known as the Garden District. Alexis is sweating profusely as he staggers forward, and the group weaves through the crowd of citizens as their hysteria peaks. Maggie holds up the wanted poster. He grabs it. Balls it up and throws it on the ground. "Alexis! This is a big deal."
By Donnie Barlowabout a year ago in Fiction
The Oak Tree. Content Warning.
I watch the news coverage of your trial months later. I don’t have cable up in the mountains, so I have to travel to a small cafe in the valley that offers free internet. There is a small TV in the corner that can stream various news channels. The owner of the cafe does not ask me why I return every day to watch a criminal trial on her small TV. She just places my black tea beside me - I won’t drink coffee anymore - and then she leaves me be.
By New England Poet about a year ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
Prologue: The Birth of Literary Schizophrenia Imagine, if you will, a world where reality is but a flimsy curtain—and one man, armed with nothing but delusions and a rusted lance, tears it asunder with manic glee. Enter Don Quixote: part lunatic, part prophet, wholly unforgettable. Cervantes didn't merely pen a story in 1605; he unleashed a literary atom bomb, one that detonated the very boundaries between sanity and madness, comedy and tragedy, fiction and... something far stranger.
By MI BADSHAabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sprout. Content Warning.
The furnace rumbles to life as the clock hits 7:02am. Your chest rises and falls again my spine. I have been wide awake for several minutes, staring at the gray, concrete wall inches from my face. My thoughts do not race or jog. They walk in a casual but continuous stride through the center of my mind.
By New England Poet about a year ago in Fiction
The Seed. Content Warning.
Dig a hole. Plant the seed. Bury with soil. Dig a hole. Plant the seed. Bury with soil. I'm hunched over the flowerbed with dirt caked up to my elbows. The sun is harsh upon my back, and the ground is hard under my knees. It's been 179 days since I realized that the safest thing to do was to act exactly how you wanted me to. Even if it was the exact opposite of how I really felt.
By New England Poet about a year ago in Fiction