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Torn in Two
“Why did he have to do this?” he asks under his breath as he rapidly writes on a piece of parchment under candlelight.“Sir, are you positive you will carry through with this?” a voice whispers in the darkness.“When have I not? You know, Paulio, that he’s absolutely forcing me to do this. I am innocent and to prove to the country that I stick to my word, it is unavoidable for me to let him off the hook,” he sighs sorrowfully until a spark of anger fastens his eye, “after all, I have a duty to perform to my kingdom and his love affair won’t stop me!”Finishing his speech loudly, he slams his fis...
Beyond the Edge of Town
I escaped my untimely death by enrolling as a ghostwww.onedoor.cc in Limbo land. The initial contract requires four hauntings per month with time-off-in-lieu for exceeding client expectations. Given the workload, I’m looking forward to earthbound excursions and opportunities to tease my old schoolmates.“So,” you say, “Limbo land doesn’t sound unbearable?”Existing between two worlds is better than the alternative, but it’s not very exciting. Now I appreciate why ghosts are characterised by mournful wailing, it’s out of boredom. We’re only visible after nightfall and struggle to get noticed during daylight un...
Recurring.
Recurring. MDCCCLXIV – Jasper Bothwell. Unable to move and I cannot see, it is so dark. My nose touches a solid surface, I feel my breath bounce back towards me, moistening my cheeks. Pitch black and confined. All limbs are stretched, and I encounter hard surfaces. My breath quickens, and I feel my heart racing to panic. I try to make noise I bang and rap on what seems like timber. Fingers and nails scratch and I feel blood droplets on my face as I frantically rake the rough surface of the upper panel. I feel heaviness against my knocks and have the heaviness of the world on me. I call out, b...
A Reunion to Howl for
Clover sat on the dust-coated hard-wood floor. The light penetrated the tainted window and painted on the envelope laying in the girl’s hands.Her fingers trembled as she turned it around for the tenth time. No sender information, no anything. Her teeth dug into her lip and she cut the paper open with her long, neglected nail.Nifty handwriting emerged. A familiar one. Clover traced with her fingers the words “Come home.” engraved harshly with black ink.The teenage girl pressed her nose against the paper. A smell of petrichor, lilac and sea salt entered her nostrils. Not possible, she thought.He...