Sometimes the darkness and I tell stories.
This story is currently on hiatus.
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
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.
Over at the official Sims 4 forums, they have a short story challenge every month. Here’s the thread: Short Story Challenge.
This month’s theme was “lost”. The rules are only 12 pics and only 1500 words. Those limits were hard for me, but I stuck to them. This story comes in at a cool 1499 words. ;)
And here it is!
Daddy could tell they were coming. He said it was in the shape of the waves.
I said, “There ain’t no waves.”
He nodded and called me “astute”, and then he said, “That’s how you know. When the water gets real still and calm and the fish don’t bite. The fish know they’re coming too.”
I don’t usually do posts like this on the WordPress, but hey. Found me a new group of WordPress peeps who will hopefully become nice friends. :)
So someone who I just met yesterday but who I hope will become a good friend nominated me for this. RipuAncestor, who writes The Fey of Life. I haven’t been able to check it out yet, but it’s next on my reading list. I think it’ll be good. :)
Thank you so much for reading my little stories and for saying such nice things about them! I’m glad we found each other.
Here’s the part where you’re supposed to nominate other blogs. I usually don’t like doing things like that because I always worry about people feeling left out. But I’ll try.
Dear Cosmos – a lovely Sims 3 story that is very creative and unique and awesome, and the characters all look great, and well – you should go read it!
Uhhhh…none of the other stories over on my sidebar qualify, really. Either they haven’t updated in a while, I know they were just nominated to do this thing by someone else, or I don’t have a close relationship with the author and don’t feel comfortable tagging them.
So….if you’re reading this and you have a blog and you wanna answer my 11 questions I’ll post at the end, do it!
And here’s the point of the meme – answering 11 questions about my work! :)
Sometimes there is no meaning.
Other times there is.
Sometimes I eat the apple. Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes the darkness never came, not through the mail or the toilet or the window or anything.
Sometimes I bleed to death, down in the blue brightness. Other times I fade into the black, and that’s just it. That’s all there is.
I am inside the black.
The universes blink on and off.
Sometimes I am not quite all here, which is something. It’s better than definitely not being here.
The screaming stopped. Eventually.
The skin came back. Some of it. Slowly.
I often tell the human that I want to wear a humanskin. I like the noises it makes in its brain when I say that.
Also it’s true. There are whole universes inside the human’s skin.
I saw the universes disappearing when it was sick, after it ate the apple.
I gave it too much. I think I am the sick one now.
Well, for certain meanings of traditional publishing, since it’s an online magazine you can read for free.
But here it is!
The Shore Beyond
Please to give the nice people some traffic in return for their accepting my little story for their magazine. :)
As for my Sims stuff, I am still writing Surreal Darkness. The new update should be ready to post here in, well, honestly – probably a couple more weeks, at least.
If you’re on Tumblr you can follow my Simblr here and get the story as I post it. I do one picture at a time, and when I get nine pictures I collect them into a post here.
Part of the reason why this update has taken so long is my Oreo kitty, who had cancer. Past tense. She’s in remission now! :) Hopefully it will stay in remission and she will have many more happy years of sitting in my lap while I write.
*hugs* Thank you, anyone who reads this, for sticking with me so long and through so many things.
And now it’s on to picking the next story to send out to magazines! Any suggestions?
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness and I….
Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.
Sometimes the darkness and I hide from color devouring aliens in the hold of a cheaply made boat.
I ask “Do you think that they are going to enslave us? Or eat us?”
The darkness says “They will probably eat you. I can’t imagine that you would be a very good worker.”
I sigh. The darkness is probably right.
It says, “If it helps you feel any better, I think I will take one of their skins. I would like to be a nocolor.”
I think about this for a bit.
I remember the silence and the hissing and the cracked bones, and I ask, “What happened to you? In the blue brightness?”
The darkness does not answer, not for a long time.
Finally it says “If they do eat you, you may not die.”