Short Story
Tag!. Content Warning.
I sat with my backed turned against the endless pain of the cold steel that was holding me up while I caught hold of my breath. I had been running for some time and ducked inside of the building where I would hide until the creature searched for me no longer. I had hoped that would be the case. The scratching sounds of the creature claws burrowed like daggers inside my ears, whilst its sweet voice called out to me, calling me by name, “Virgil”, its voice was melodic, soothing, luring, it beckoned to me from deep within to a place inside of me that I had not known. It wanted me, but for what I was not certain. It cried out to me. It knew my weaknesses and how to lure me, as if it had been an expert at the game, it knew how I would react, but this is where the creature was blind, it knew, I decided I would do something that it would not anticipate or had been known before. But what?
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Melting
The quiet was loud, as if the entire world was holding its breath in awe. Velvety crystals brushed softly against each other, lightly dusting the blanket of icy white clinging to the earth. I floated downward, one among millions. A tiny breeze gently sent me skidding along the ground before letting me rest.
By Camillia Simonds3 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins - ICE. Content Warning.
I decided to write this letter one day not too along ago, as more of a why things are the way they are, in doing so, I hope it will help someone, whomever finds this place and myself. Let me begin near the end; it was upon the eve of my youth, when a man steps out into the world to become a man finally, shedding the shackles of boyhood and strings that bind one to their mother or siblings, and in my case, both. I was the eldest of seven, my youngest sister, Edith, passed away one winter due to a mistake that I had made. My father had gone out on a hunt with the other men of our small village and had not been back in some time, in fact, none of them were. I, being the eldest of the family, was at first tasked to seek out the hunting party and being back what stock and ration I could find. If I had known that she was following me, I would have paid better attention. This is, as they say, how life unexpectedly takes a toll or turn on you.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins - Letter. Content Warning.
Ravenswood has always been a place for those who find themselves lost and in need of something, whether it be guidance, or love, or war, irrational, rational, or a place to stay when the nightly air sends that chilling hand down along ones back or the way it may kiss your cheeks, a refusal of whatever belief it was that compelled you to leave and seek those like-minded, or just about any reason. However, not every who, what, where, when, why, or how, will bring one to Ravenswood, it calls out to those IT find as worthy or that IT needs or wants. Ravenswood, as I have come to discover, is very much ALIVE and IT too has similar wants and needs as we humans do, though, not all of us here are human, in one sense or another.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Keys Lost in the Snow
Five days straight of snow, five feet of it, and five degrees below. 5-5-5. Charly kept a path clear and knocked the heavy powder from the windshield of his old Willys every day, yet snow was up to the wheels. Wearing his Sorel boots and a thick scarf doubled around his face, he rocked it from the deep snowbank the weather had set down around the vehicle.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
I'm taking the day off...
I am taking the day off from writing today, but not from posting. I have a few ideas that I want to get out of my head and into words, but today isn’t that day. So enjoy this story I wrote a while back- I wrote it for a contest, the prompt was to write about a piece of chocolate cake, and this is the second fictional piece I ever wrote. I’ve been toying with taking bits and pieces of the character and putting her into another story, maybe, maybe not, but either way, happy reading, and thank you for letting me have a cheat day.
By Morgan Oliver3 years ago in Fiction
Panthera Uncia
If the man could see her, standing on the rock in dusk's fading light, he'd have been awestruck by her beauty. How thick and soft her coat, how gorgeous its markings. He'd have wanted to sink his hands into it, gaze into her golden eyes, brush a thumb over her velvet grey muzzle.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Suckerpunch. Content Warning.
Nothing says dead better than a hole through your stomach. Inspector Abina “Abby” Muller knelt over the corpse. The victim was no older than twenty four, laid neatly on a sofa at the Cherry Hill motel. She had silver blonde hair just like hers, and most of her body had gone gray.
By J D Guzman3 years ago in Fiction
