A young man and his older sister, both missionaries, journey to a remote to join their parents, unaware of what awaits them.
Written on commission from fredwirtz on SoFurry.
This is definitely not my usual style and is very dark so, heads-up! Read the tags for any particular trigger warnings for you.
Concepción buzzed around me as dusk settled upon the city like a mantle. Bright city lights ticked on one-by-one, illuminating the streets and shops in the small district. I watched two young artists from one of the many universities set up canvases on tripods while musicians found their corners, instrument cases open to accept donations.…
The two friends explore the nearby area to watch the Hunter’s Blood Moon but accidentally awaken something deep within the caves.
Part 2 of 3
“How long are you going to stare at them?” Heather asked. The young woman tightened her backpack’s strap against her chest. A sudden cold wind knifed through the folds of her coat and she shivered. Heather turned, sniffing the air lightly. The wind was sharper than the evening air and she wondered if a storm was far behind. “It’s cold, Teri.”
“I may never get a chance to see lanterns in my life, Heather,” Teri said. …
A young Twilight fan convinces her friend to take a trip to visit Dracula’s homeland during the week of a blood moon.
Part 1 of 2. Probably. Maybe 3 total.
“No,” Heather said. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
“Come on,” Teri whined. “Just one week. That’s all I’m saying. What else are you doing? Nothing, that’s what.”
“I’m trying to pay off my student loans!” Heather shouted. “You know, that thing we owe? The one you keep ignoring? They won’t just forgive it, Teri. You know that, right? It just keeps getting worse and, eventually, they’ll-”
“One week,” Teri interrupted. “I won’t ask for anything from you ever, ever again.”
Arnold’s car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the small two lane road, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The private road in front of him seemed to lead nowhere and even the full moon, fat and pure silver didn’t give him an idea of where it went. His old Volvo shook as it idled. I should just turn around, he told himself. This is such a bad idea. Instead, he turned on the dome light above him to read the email he’d printed yesterday.
“WELCOME TO THE 20TH REUNION OF MS. FRIZZLE’S 3RD GRADE CLASS!!!” the header of the email screamed.…
Her dreams were of a single flame. No source or base or anything else – a single flame in darkness. Flickering slowly as if a slight breeze chased an invisible pattern in the air. It wasn’t calming. It wasn’t frightening. It was nothing. She felt nothing – not anxious or happy or at peace or any other feeling someone might get from meditating. She thought once that something moved in the darkness. Moved as if it had always been there, watching and then decided to walk away. As if it had been there before she fell asleep. The quality of the darkness changed and moved and that was the only way she could tell something perhaps was there from before.…