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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 1:45 pm
This is a warning. I have a short story that I will post up here in a few days. It won't be finished, and there will be more than one, but this is the first. Comment and do other things but remember, this is not for the faint of heart. Someone dies in the first few paragraphs. I will also be posting this in the writers forum.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:18 pm
Her Darkness’ Books Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
The hair raising sound of someone stepping through the snow filled the forest, scattering the strange, but harmless, creatures that braved the cold.
A girl climbed the rock steps leading to the mansion of the house. She had heard the warnings, but, like most humans, she was too curious to care.
Slipping on the ice that had formed outside the mansion, the girl took one last glance into the forest, its branches bare and sad, the strange, cold beauty of winter, and the smoke from the village she dearly loved, before opening the door and stepping in.
She was emediatly met by a burst of warm air and had to shrug off her winter ware before continuing into the room. Walking into the house, she realized it was a giant library. Books filled the mansion, resting in shelves that covered every wall, and protruded out into the room, sitting on coffee tables with mug stained covers, lying open in random places as if expecting to be picked up and read at any moment. The books even littered the floor in disorginized piles, and tall stacks, hard to see in the dim light cast by the lonely fireplace somewhere in the huge palace.
Stumbling through the floor, she reached a plump chair facing the fire that had remained lost for so long, covered in books. After removing the books, the girl sat down and decided to read, as those who came here so long before had too. Though she told herself she would only read for so long, the fire still dimmed, the clock still wound on, and the light still wained.
The bells on the grandfather clock further in the house woke her from the world she had come to love in the short time she had visited it. Looking up, she realized she had stayed much longer than she had stayed much longer than she had intended, and walked out to the door. She began to have uneasy feelings in the pit of her stomach as she left the house, a feeling that she was being watched. Soon her steady walk broke into a run, and that into a full out sprint for her life as a sound of breathing drew closer, and not just regular breathing, but the sound of a beast only found in nighmares.
The village was only a few yards away, the gates open invitingly, but the creature followed, coming ever closer. Now she heard the steps of its feet in the snow behind her own. Now the drool from its jaws spattered her neck. Now the hot breath sent shivers down her spine, and warm fur ticled her back. She turned and saw the fangs razor sharp, the eyes, orange as the full moon early in the night, and a pain shot through her shoulder.
A scream shot through the air, shattering the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded the village, waking babies, and scaring children. The villagers gathered to the source of the noise, just inside the entrance of the forest, and found a trail of blood trailing into the trees. A man looked into the snow and found a neckless. Recognizing it, he shouted to another man and his wife, who emediatly realized it was their first daughters, and started wailing into the night. Unseen by any others, an onlooker hung her head in sadness.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 2:25 pm
The next segment is here!!!!
Kitune walked into the village, scribbling an a clipboard, and skirting the red stained snow. Walking towards the center, he noticed the sad look on every ones face, and stopped a young girl running past. “What happened here?” He asked, kneeling down to look the child in the face. The girl, barely seven, shook her head before continuing on her way.
“They can’t speak to you today,” A new voice spun Kitune in his tracks. Before him he saw a girl in a thick fur coat, leaning against a stone wall. Her hair was long and coal black, and her skin was the color of almonds. Her eyes were oval with black pits in the middle. She wore a strange necklace from beads of petrified wood, died black as night. As she stared at the newcomer, Kitune got the feeling she was staring into his very soul.
Looking away, Kitune questioned the strange girl, “And you can speak because...?”
“Because I don’t follow the same religion as them, and because it doesn’t apply to me. The reason they can’t speak is because a girl was killed by a creature last night, and the religion states that only the family may speak of the death, let alone speak at all for three days afterwards,” the girl said, answering the questions he had stated, and the ones he was still thinking. Kitune smiled, he loved talking to one of his own intellect.
“I take it from your previous comment that you are a family member, and from the strange nacklace you’re wearing that you’re not part of their religion,” Kitune said, pushing his glasses up his nose, and tapping his headband.
“You would take it correctly, in fact, I have no religion at all, and this necklace is to show that. I assume from your strange clothes, the rabbit on your head, and the pad and stick you hold, that you aren’t from around here,” She said, still staring at him.
Kitune smiled, and put his clipboard back in his backpack before saying, “You are very perceptive, in fact, I have a feeling you have been keeping an eye on me since I entered the village, and that you know I may be needing a place to, ah, roost, if you will.”
“No I didn’t know that, I just wanted you to know that staying here wouldn’t be a good idea with the dead girl, and the no speaking rule right now,” She said, smiling back at him, “But if you want, you can stay with me for the night, although I won’t wait for you if you keep standing there like that.” Kitune watched as she walked awy, then shook his head and followed her.
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