Seth Morrigan feels like the sun is trying to eat him. In a last ditch effort to save himself, he signs up for the Pen Pal Project.
Sometimes the darkness and I tell stories.
In the Valley of the Sun
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
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.
Unzipping a canvas tent flap is not quite the same thing as opening stiff hotel curtains, but it’ll do.
Hello, Jasper. I got your last letter just before Sarah and I left San Myshuno for three days in Granite Falls.
Today I went out to the tracks. I waited for a while, but no door ever appeared. Sometimes a train would come clanking down the tracks. I did not try to go through the trains, though. I don’t think that would have ended well.
These doors that stalk you; what happens when you go through them? How do you know when to go through them and when not to? Do you have a choice?
I am sorry about the hollowing out. You may be alone where you are, but you are not alone in being hollowed. I hope that helps.
I opened the door. I am in the lobby. Taking out the trash. Waiting to see if everything is going to go wrong.
I hope that if it does, the vase with the fake orchids gets smashed first.
I am safe inside the walls, and the sun cannot get to me.
Hello, Anya. Earlier today the computer chair was in shadow for a time, and I read your letter. I had to read it quickly and then get away before the shadows were eaten by the teethlight. I should move the desk away from the window.
I am glad that your sun does not think that you taste good enough to eat.
Some days the sun is less hungry than others.
Hello again, Jasper. I read your reply to my letter last night.
The therapist’s office is in Magnolia Promenade. The sunlight here is different from the sunlight in San Myshuno. The birds here are very talkative. Your neurochemicals would enjoy it, I think.
You ask me to tell you a story of grace. I don’t know if I can do that.
I can tell you the story of a day when the sun isn’t so hungry.
Sarah said I needed exercise.
She said that if I thought the sun was trying to eat me, then okay, I could go out at night if that would help, but that I needed exercise. She said endorphins would be good for me.
I don’t suppose I’ll be releasing endorphins any other way any time soon. She closes up around herself when I’m near her.
I was not expecting a reply to the pen pal form.
The sun is trying to eat me.
I go outside sometimes, and I walk in its light. It shines in my eyes. It gives me headaches.
This morning I am safely inside, protected from its rays by layers of glass and concrete. I sit down at the desk in our bedroom. The sunlight streams through the window. It can’t hurt me here, but I feel it on my face. Tasting my skin. It makes the computer screen hard to see.
But the sun still has not swallowed me.