Sheelaa was deranged. I knew it as soon as I seen her. I’d just gotten outta Custer’s Bar and Last Stand after losing $500 on darts. The hills were just misting over and lights made them shine like used-up starlets. It was kind of a bright/dark out – the kind that hides old eyes and shows-off cleavage to its best advantage. Just to make an introduction to that cleavage, I brought the lightshow to this gal’s attention. She was sitting and thinking on a town bench outside the bar. She told me it looked like the undersides of a tinfoil airplane at high-noon. I knew right then and there we was to be friends. She said her n
A song murmured up from the valley below. An old woman’s voice, frail and dry. The dialect strange. With the setting sun and the evening fog, the melody felt ghostly. From another world entirely possibly.
The graveyard below was not haunted however; there were no bodies in this place of death. Only stones and figurines to remember those who were never found, and those who never came home. There were tombs as well, built with old bricks from the nearby crumbling castle wall--but these empty tombs seemed worse corpseless than if they had really contained the bodies of the dead. The little structures were built for the very things they di
Devil in the Dark
The monster in the corner of the jail cell wasn’t moving. It’s eyes were two emotionless silver flecks in a blanket of shadow. Scary and silent. Hollowed and haunted. Ancient beyond words. The rest was hard to make out in the darkness. The creature was definitely large and twisted. It appeared to have wings which were scaled. It’s face seeming animalistic, but strangely human.
Anna Isabel Asau had been down here for days. Possibly weeks. Possibly longer. It was all a blur now. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she completely lost control of reality. Before what was left of her sani
Voices of the Dead
There were voices. Slurred murmurs, echoing from someplace ancient. They sounded in pain. Disoriented. Lost. Undeniably sinister.
Samantha Akiena Olakk stood unmoving in the darkness. The chambers of the dead were normally said to be silent. Tonight was different.
What troubled Samantha, was not that there were voices coming from any of the tombs or graves, but that they were coming from inside her head. There was a presence in her thoughts. Something slow moving. Filthy, and malevolent. Her heart felt haunted. Her soul unclean. The words were impossible to make out, as if they were meant to be felt and not completely h
From the Storm
It was early morning, but Magdalene Ka Atasha had not slept. Dared not close her eyes. Continued to push forward at a relentless pace.
She rode a black horse. The oversized beast was fast–its breath deep and heavy, its eyes wild like midnight storms. The sound of its hooves against the ground was like a giant’s heartbeat. Strong and steady.
Behind her, the wind blew in haggardly from the prairies, moaning and howling like a tortured prisoner, and smelling of mud and dead grass. Ahead, in the far distance, fog lingered like ghostly whispers, haunting their surroundings in an uncanny stillness, hiding the dark mys
This is the Story of Anthony Wayne.
your every day average young boy down the lane.
He lived in a two story red brick house
with his mother Maddy, who was his father Gus' spouse.
He was a smart little boy, with hight self esteem.
No wonder he became captain of the school baseball team.
He also was really kindhearted as well.
Not afraid to ever come out of shell
and be open with others, even a crowd.
That made most of his acquintances rather proud.
But sometimes, I'm afraid that being nice can't save you.
But money I'm afraid can certainly deprave you.
Deprave means make wicked for those who are dumb
or still little babies sucking their thumb
why some things have to come to an end by Valerie-Red, literature
Literature
why some things have to come to an end
Angela cried, her feet were already aching as she dashed up the stairs that seemed to have been made for giants, rather than humans. Behind her she heard panicked screams and shouts, but she didn’t dare look back anymore. She knew they were lost and she would be too, if she dared to look back now.
“FUCK! It’s catching up!” she heard Jacob shout, not far behind her.
‘don’t waste your breath, idiot! It won’t slow down unless there’s just one of us left!’ Angela thought to herself as she dashed up the massive stone steps faster.
She heard another scream, feminine and short. She didn’