First Born Son_Viburnum's charm_Jonah's Story_A New Bed
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First Born Son
Before I was born my mother was given a warning. "The blood of your first born daughter will be on the hands of your first born son." This warning was given to her by a witch. A witch who also just so happened to be my grandmother. Now, my mother had never been particularly close to her mother, more of a Daddy’s Girl, but when she was told this it only pushed them further apart. My mother refused to believe that my grandmother’s warning was only to scare her away from marrying my father, a wealthy landowner in the next town over. So when I was born, then two years later my oldest sister, my m...
Viburnum's charm
The enchanting appearance of the pretty little things hit her with a wave of nostalgia, infiltrating her mind. She remembered them lovingly, with a sense of acknowledgement. Yes, these were the ones. These were the flowers that shaped her into who she was today. Her wealth, husband, children, and reputation, she owed everything to them. The Viburnum flowers. The light and refreshing flowers that gave her a sense of security. The ones that helped establish her position in the upper-class.Iris was sitting in her lavish backyard, recalling her past hardshipswww.onedoor.cc and sufferings. She quietly sipped her...
Jonah's Story
The scrape of the blade against the cold, metal table sent a shiver up his spine. A pleasant shiver. He’d waited too long since last satiating this primal urge, an itch that never quite left the back of his mind. While once he’d desperately stamped out the life of any small woodland creature, or occasional errant pet, that he could find, Jonah now had his extracurricular activities down to a science. Long had it been since a simple squirrel’s broken neck soothed his itch. Everything had changed when an unlucky serial killer came to town years before and decided to target Jonah’s sister. Hunte...
A New Bed
Just one lick, he thought.The dog sat in the corner of the room staring at the popsicle in his person's hand. The man was lying down with his eyes closed, and his hand had relaxed around the stick of the slowly melting treat, dribbling its sweet nectar onto the floor. He wouldn’t notice just one lick. The dog padded over with great stealth.Eyes still closed. Just one lick.Buddy kept his nose to the ground until the vibrant smell brought his face up to the man’s hand. He sniffed for a moment before giving it a gentle pass with his tongue, soaking in the cold and immersing himself in its rich an...