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The Fool's Death by Dear-Whomever, literature
Literature
The Fool's Death
The dream started as thus…. A new student entering a secondary school, they couldn’t help but to find it boring. It was full of things that they already knew, and classes that they hadn’t the will to pass even if they knew the lessons like the back of their hand. By the time they had reached their fifth period class, they were well and truly done with the school and all of its “classes”. Most would call that being an ungrateful brat, but they never stuck around long enough for those words to well and truly have a meaning to them. Although somehow even with their horrible scope of an attitude, they had managed to make a friend. If roping another student into skipping school could be called friend-making. They knew, even though subconsciously they knew it was a bad idea outside of their dream. But as fate would have it, they and their friend ended up playing in a massive wheat field that stretched out for miles on all sides. A field that seemingly had an endless gust of wind that
Incident in Quimper
1–Hugh
The whole mess started one spring afternoon, shortly after I relocated to Quimper in Brittany France. I was snoozing away peacefully after an all-night bender when a jarring noise disrupted the blissful scene: brrrrrr-ing… brrrrrrr-ing... brrrrrrr-ing… brrrrrrr-ing…
“It’s here again,” said Gary--aka inconsiderate, entitled, surf enthusiast/trust-funded flatmate who still believed in a maxed-volume ringtone-- from down the hall.
brrrrrr-ing… brrrrrrr-ing... brrrrrrr-ing…
"Oh for God's sake!
The Last Day of October--Night Visitors by mmpratt99, literature
Literature
The Last Day of October--Night Visitors
Ch. 13--Night Visitors
It was close to midnight when Kes awoke. For a minute or two, she lay there and blinked bewilderedly up at the ceiling. Then she sat up, rubbed her eyes and stared fixedly at the window.
A sharp tapping had sounded against the pane. She sat very still, listening carefully but did not hear the sound again. What could it have been? she thought as she laid back down. The wind? A branch scraping against the glass? No, the weather forecast had said it would be a calm night with a bit of fog and there weren’t a
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 3 by mmpratt99, literature
Literature
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 3
Ch. 11--The Worms Crawl In,The Worms Crawl Out (cont.)
Thunder rumbled again, shaking the walls of the dark room. Kes lay with her arms crossed under her head as she stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully, tomorrow will be just be an ordinary Halloween day, she thought, with the only monsters about are just trick-or-treaters and party-goers. Hopefully, that taximare-ghost-demon-djinn-whatever got the message and gone back to whatever nethermost pit it crawled out of it.
Her alert golden eyes shifted to the pendulum wall clock across from the bed; it was nearl
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 2 by mmpratt99, literature
Literature
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 2
Chapter 10--The Unquiet Past and Present
Year of the Hound
Badger and Hare Books & Tea Shoppe, Eskaŕd
30th of Oct. 2015
It was now nine o’ clock and the storm continued on unabated. Lightning forked and crackled through the churning black sky, while the ground and window panes reverberated with booming thunder. Unpaved paths were awashed with deep slushy mud and puddles, while swollen streams and rivers raced along the gutters, overwhelming the drains and cisterns.
The only light to be seen at the Badger and Hare Books & Tea Shoppe was a nearby
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 1 by mmpratt99, literature
Literature
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 1
Ch 7--What happened Before
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
- - -William Shakespeare "Hamlet"
English playwright and poet
(1564 – 1616)
From the Journal Entry of Kes Allyntahl
The house I had lived in was one of the oldest in town, and I knew this because despite new ownership, the locals still referred to the place after the original occupants--the Herons.
Heron Manor, as it was called, looked more like a frog than a heron. The house had none of the angular grace and spiky dignity
The Last Day of October--Bookstore Horror by mmpratt99, literature
Literature
The Last Day of October--Bookstore Horror
The Last Day of October--Bookstore Horror
Ch. 1—Afterwards
From the Personal Log of Dr. Meldrek Jellidar Akern
This is a true account of the loathsome horror from beyond the grave I and several others encountered that stormy evening back in October of the year of the Hound. Ever since that ghastly episode, these questions kept turning over in my min