Found my old Tumblr and figured post some of my shorter stories that I had there.
Permanently sleeping. She lies still, never aging, never changing, and always sleeping. A sleeping beauty waits to be woken, yet the world around her is cold and dead. Nothing moves. Darkness surrounds, only in her dreams does color exist. A guilty pleasure, a dream state in this nightmare world lays untold. Where is the hero? Where is the one to save this dreaming goddess ever more? … She dreams …
– based off of the song Orgy – Fiction.
The snow fell. Not a gentle dance in the wind but a savage riot – This never ending snow. A blizzard in the woods. Woods? No. A forest, a maze – a trap. She ran. Looking back. Back to nothing but the dark. It crept all around. Seeing all but remaining unseen. Each step she took. Each step it closed in. Her red scarf fluttered, flapping as she made haste. The cold bite in, flesh burning but no, she couldn’t stop. She can’t stop. It was in the dark. It called for her. Forceful. She would not heed, to grandmother’s house she must go. A safe haven from this evil; this lurking darkness.
Somewhere else in the woods…
He thought he saw it. Just for a moment it walked among the trees.
He squinted. The leaves swayed in the gentle breeze. Nothing else moved. Nothing. It was quiet. “Maybe it was the long day playing with me” he thought as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He had been working in the fields from dawn to almost dusk. He sighed and continued walking down the path that would lead him home. As he went he kept a wary eye to where he thought he saw it. “It was nothing” he continued.
“A few more minutes and I’ll be home.” He spoke out loud, in a tone of confidence even though it was forced. He had about a half mile to his family dwelling yet the sun was setting faster than he could walk. Something stopped him. His saw it again, now on the opposite side of the trail. For just a second it was there. He looked. He listened. And again nothing moved nor stirred. The hairs on his dirty neck stood up. His body shouted run yet his feet stood frozen in place. There was no sound. Nothing trampled through the fallen leaves.
“Where are the animals? He spoke again, louder this time. He didn’t move. He waited.
THERE!
Once his eyes confirmed what he saw he ran. He ran as fast as his legs could take him. Off the path he went.
It noticed.
There was a sound. A snarl. A growl. He ran. It chased. As he rushed through the leaves and in between the trees, the forest came alive. Animals whimpered. They burrowed deeper in their own hiding places. He leaped over a fallen log. He forced his way through the dense brush while its thorns sliced at his face and hands. He ran until he couldn’t run anymore. He prayed as he peered back.
Nothing followed. Nothing came trampling through the woods after him. He felt safe.
The sun’s last ray of light fell fast as he ducked behind a tree. He caught his breath. It was still out there somewhere but he thought he might have scared it off because he, he was no animal. He was a hard working field hand. While he sat he thought of his wife finishing the warm meal and calling the children by the fire to read stories until he returned. He smiled.
He peered around the tree. Still nothing moved. He sighed, “It was just simple wolf, not the monster.”
Returning behind the tree it was there inches from his face. All he could see was these deep red glowing eyes peering at him. It’s hot breath pelted his face as the smell of death was all about him. His eyes went white. He didn’t scream as it’s teeth entered his neck. His blood leaked out of its mouth. Once again it tasted man. Once satisfied it let out deep howl.
Darkness seeped into the woods. The nightmare was back in the vale.
– This is what gave me more thoughts on Red Riding Hood.
The city of the dead. The dead walked. They lingered about in their tattered clothes while others wore nothing but their decomposing skin. As the horde of disfigured corpses staggered across the cobbled city streets, only one took notice of life. Valris Sunstar smirked.
He had journeyed over 3 moons from the east to dispel the rumors that darkness has returned to the land. Now before him the town of New Haven laid in ruin. The rumors were true. This darkness that lurked in front of him would soon spread like a black plague across the Sapphire Kingdoms. Their soulless existence was a slight against him and his gods of light. He closed his eyes as he began to chant…
– This is part of the Myth of the Magi. A novel that hopefully I will write.
The last tree. The tree solemnly stood as the last guardian of the frozen wood. It’s limbs bone bare from ages of suffering. Sap seeped from the many cracks of its bark, like blood leaking out of a proud but dying knight. Even as the winter wind howled around its trunk, the tree didn’t waiver. It was protecting something. Something small. A hope, a prayer… A seed destined to grow.
– Life.
The Chosen. His eyes opened. He blinked. He did not know where he came from yet there he was. His mind wondered as if to unlock something that was once known now hidden. His arms raised before him. He clenched his fist and released them. He repeated this action three times as if they were as foreign as the sight that lay before him.
A valley below contained every shade of green one could imagine. A lush forest surrounded the stream that gently flowed through the valley towards sunrise. A black cloud grew from the glowing horizon before him. The black cloud marred the pure blue sky as if declaring war on its beauty.
Though the valley looked teaming with life it was quite; at least for us it would have been. He however could hear a faint voice. His mind tried to focus yet he could not pin point the source. It whispered to him with a message that contained no words known to man. A reason it offered. A purpose it gave. He took his gaze up towards the heavens and smirked. His path was chosen, a fate revealed. He would not keep Destiny waiting any longer; for it was centuries ago when he last walked upon the earth below his feet. He started his journey down through valley; the quest of the chosen had begun…
– This is another part of the Myth of the Magi.
The boy. The boy sat at the table like he always had; four walls, one door and a single camera with a red little dot. His body didn’t move as his breathing slowed yet remained unhindered. Opposite sat the man like he always had, watching behind his black framed glasses. A pen resting upon the desk between them started to move. It hovered as if being held by an invisible hand. Slowly it stated to dance on the paper as it picked up speed. The man recorded this. The boy stayed ever still yet his eyes focused through the man’s glasses. The pen now accelerated moving back and forth scribbling yet the paper was firmly planted on the desk as the air. The scribble began to focus much like an eye on a distance place. This picture was a city, a city on fire.
– Future 2045.