Lurking in the Dark_Those Unforgotten and Wild_Ruins and Evenings_The Thief- Gryff's POV
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Lurking in the Dark
Darkness alters perception. Everything, after all, is more frightening in the dark. The tree scraping against your window, the same one that you thought was pretty during the day, with its blushing pink blossoms, now looks sinister and sharp. It’s jagged edges knock lightly on your window, asking to come inside. A coat you left hanging on the doorframe, you could swear just moved. Ever so slightly. Only an inch. So when the power went off, shrouding the city in darkness, it altered our perception. Everything- everyone- was more frightening in the dark. I was laying in my room, unable to fall a...
Those Unforgotten and Wild
They have to pick one of us to die, and this time, it will be my brother. My feet pad quietly on the cold stone of the castle floor. Almost always, they are watching us, and I cannot be seen. Witches may hide in the shadows in Winsteria, but we all know they are here, and they always will be, as long as wishes still need granting — even the dark ones. Especially the dark ones. The witch I am going to see has a long, crooked nose, just like in the stories. But she has a sweet, stern disposition, and she gives me sticky honey candies — the kind Renn likes. My cloak is tight around my shoulders. ...
Ruins and Evenings
“What do you mean?”His voice boomed across the still, silent dining room. His voice seemed dark and deep, with an icy coolness which added sharp ages to every word he uttered. All the heads turned towards him expectantly- some expecting the worst scenario possible, the kinder ones hoping for the opposite.“You know clearly what I mean, brother.”Her voice was slightly above a whisper, but clear enough to reverberate the chamber. Her cold, icy demeanor paralleled with her smooth, sword-sharp skills of speech. The heads turned back at her,www.onedoor.cc anticipating what would happen next.The cold, grey halls d...
The Thief- Gryff's POV
Raphael’s POV written by Nova Artino:https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/91/submissions/64609/The sky was darkening when I left my apartment. I adjusted my badge, pinning it so it was clearly visible on my dark shirt and so it flashed gold in the last traces of the sun that lingered on the horizon. It was fake but finely crafted. Anyone who might be in the library when I completed my mission wouldn’t see a difference. It was the shiny things that would catch their attention in the dark, and not my scarred face. Either way, they wouldn’t live for long. My mission was to k...