The path was long disused, and it showed in the sounds of their passage: the dry crunch and soft rustling of a thick layer of leaves, the occasional soft clop of hooves on unpacked dirt. It looked it, too. Heavy leaf cover, fallen branches, thick foliage crowding in the path and over it, young shoots fighting with fallen leaves to make a life on the trial. The world was soft, quiet. Spring was around them, but here it seemed subdued. They were in a silence shaped by gentle noises. Continue reading →

This is a ‘this would scare me’ warning! (I don’t like things that stick around in the dark in the back of your mind, waiting for an unguarded moment at four am.)
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“Mommy, why does the moon look so sad?”

I looked up. I couldn’t see the moon through his window, though I could see the light she cast. Continue reading →

Inspired by Mechanics by AnHellica

Was that sunset, or sunrise?

Issac blinked several times and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He tried to clear the blur out of his eyes. It didn’t work. He put his glasses back on, and the black blob on the hill resolved itself into the old oak. The sky was red and orange, fading to golden and blue. Continue reading →

Inspired by Red Light District by jcbarquet

“Oh gods!” Corn’s voice was muffled by the steel sides of the barrel.

Trung shifted his grip on the bundle of hair he was holding, catching a few strands that were trying to escape. There was a series of gross, wet, hacking sounds, then heaving silence.
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Inspired by: SHAZAM! By Haining-art on DeviantArt

The presence hovered around him like a cloud of body odor. She smelled it before she saw him, before she turned to look and find his face. There was the noise of twenty people in a small, warm place, the rain outside, the swish click of the door opening yet again— And the overwhelming vision. A vision of a young man almost as radiant as God, his eyes the color of lightning, dressed in scarlet and gold. Continue reading →

Inspired by: Kitsune by XViolacea

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Or spotting fish in a barrel. You had to ask yourself (or rather, Ichigo had to ask himself) the easy questions. Questions like: why is there a very well dressed woman out here at three in the morning? Continue reading →

McTire knew it was going to be a bad day when he had to wait for the snow plow to clear out his driveway. Thick grey clouds hung close overhead, turning the dawn grimy and dark. Even his monster four wheeler couldn’t break through the bank. McTire had waited, coffee freezing in his bundled up hands, until those huge lights burned out of the not-night like distant angels, approaching at ten miles an hour.

It was still fall, for chrisakes!

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