Mist swirled around the wrought iron gate, the intricate design inviting it to play. The movement was almost mischievous, disappearing and re-forming like magic. Pauline stared at it, hypnotised. A shiver startled her awake. ‘Staring at fences while you’re freezing. Well done, Pauline.’ With a grunt, she opened the lock, wondering why they’d bothered to … Continue reading Wails of death
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Nadec ch 19: A Tiny Meow
Blackie returns from waking the zlurp but ignores Nadec and Wyny. Wyny finally manages to get Nadec talk about her past.
The box
The sounds outside of the box are loud, a constant cheering and deeper rumbling. I itch to move sideways a few steps but there’s no room. The weight on top of my back shifts and settles. I trample in place a few times in anticipation of what’s to come. I toss my head up three … Continue reading The box
Lost in times past
The bus stop was almost as empty as her school bag, which had merely a few pens and the notebook for the final exam’s course content. She’d done bad on the previous ones but she knew this one she could pass. The unfamiliar confidence in that knowledge made her uncomfortable. Anxiety about having any confidence … Continue reading Lost in times past
Darkness
It was dark and wet. Bobby lay curled up in excrement, his own and the other’s, huddled against the walls. At least this corner gave a small sense of safety. He had tried sleeping, but hadn’t managed more than a little bit of dozing off. Why was he here? It was all so confusing. When … Continue reading Darkness
Wind
Whenever I have something to say about the story I'm posting, I usually put it at the bottom of the post. This time though, I thought it was better to put it at the top because it might be too confusing otherwise. What you're about to read is an excerpt of a short story I … Continue reading Wind
Pumpkin spice
A murder had happened here, the body parts spread around in a gruesome pattern. Jack used his foot to nudge the closest one. His wrinkled face scrunched up in disgust, left hand involuntarily moving through his hair. “I’ve got no time for this,” he mumbled, “not today.” He crushed down the memories which were trying … Continue reading Pumpkin spice
