Sometimes the darkness and I tell stories.
Moonfall Story Index
Sarah Morrigan’s husband Seth hasn’t been the same since he was injured in a fire years ago. He ignores her. He obsesses about his garden and his alchemy. A shadow grows up around him. It fills their house, separating him from Sarah, choking her off.
One day he comes back to her. The shadow is gone.
Or is it?
Warnings - the usual death and angst and horror ones, plus also now sexual themes!
In the Valley of the Sun Story Index
This story is completed. :)
Lilith Parker is working at the local paper, announcing births and birthdays and deaths. One morning her boss Shannon gives her a more exciting assignment – research the local haunted house and write an article on its history. Nice flavor for Halloween, right?
But then Shannon turns up dead the next day, the local townspeople seem intent on keeping the story of the haunted house a secret, and Lilith is being haunted herself. Will she survive?
Bits and Pieces Story Index
These are stand alone one off short stories, inspired by challenges and prompts at the LJ Idol writing community. Some are Sims stories, some are full text, some feature familiar characters, some have new characters.
Note – in pretty much everything I write there will be occasional curse words, non-gory violence, and DEATH!!! Also you may be eaten by grue.
Sometimes the darkness and I wear many skins.
The pig is still oinking, somewhere behind us. The darkness says, why’d you bark for, you idiot, and it says that now the pig will oink until the end of this universe.
I notice how it says “this universe”. So this is not Reality.
But I am beginning to think that maybe that’s the point.
Sometimes the darkness and I sit under trees and try to become enlightened.
Or, well, I do. The darkness looks at me sitting cross-legged under the tree, and it says “I am already endarkened.”
I close my eyes and try to breathe and be still.
The darkness roams around the trees. I hear its claws scraping against bark. Then I feel the trunk of my tree vibrating, and I hear small branches snapping and leaves shaking. It is climbing the tree I am sitting under.
I say “How am I supposed to become enlightened if you won’t leave me in peace?”
The darkness hisses from the branches above me, but the noise stops. I think it has settled down.
More time passes.
I sit with my eyes closed and I feel a slight breeze and I feel the trunk of the tree against my back and I feel the dirt beneath me and I feel the sap running through the tree and the worms moving in the earth and the birds flying through the sky and then there is no me, there is just the tree and the dirt and the sap and the worms and the birds and the sky.
“Worms are going to eat you one day, you know.”
I open my eyes and look up above me, and there is the darkness in its gatorskin, its red eyes peering down at me through the branches and leaves.
I say, “Yes, I know, and that is okay.”
Sometimes the darkness and I go to the swamp.
The darkness wants a new skin. It says that alligator skin will do quite nicely, that it will be dark and rough and scaly and cold, like my soul. It says that once it has taken the alligator’s skin, I can eat the meat and absorb the alligator’s predatory power.
I tell the darkness that I don’t want to eat an alligator.
It says that it doesn’t care, that I will eat the alligator or it won’t let me have the shadowskin back.
Maybe I don’t want the shadowskin back.
The darkness says it heard that, and that I should watch my thoughts more. It says that it might like to try wearing a humanskin one day.
Estelle had seen the fire in the woods from her bedroom window three nights in a row. It was out there now, orange and red under the silver light of the moon. The firelight flickered between the trees. She didn’t hear nothing, no roaring or crackling, and she’d gone out during the day to look and the underbrush hadn’t been burnt and there weren’t any marks on the trees at all.
Her granny had told her to never go in the woods alone at night. She said there were bad things out there, evil things that would gobble a little girl right up.
Estelle didn’t pay her no mind.
Seth finds a baby on the ground! He picks it up! Seth has acquired item Baby.
Usually the darkness comes in the mail.
Sometimes it comes through the chimney, or through a window open to catch the yellow afternoon sun. Once it came up through the toilet. That was a bad day.
Mostly, though, it’s the mail.