The wind whistles through the trees, a haunting melody the forest had sung since the beginning. Above me, owls hooted, their low calls echoing back and forth in the dead forest.

The path I followed was tricky at best, deadly at worst. Small, winding, at times completely disappearing into brush only to reemerge some hundred yards away, it was a tedious and frustrating journey.

The guard prodded ...

It had been exactly one year since i had been thrown in this horrible place. As usual, I woke up and it was night, a full moon. It never changed. I missed the sunset, the sun, and the green grass. Here there was only black and white. I hoped It would not be nearby. I had only seen it once, but i hoped to never see it again.

CRACK

I whirled around, holding my breath, to see... Nothing.

It was her...

Even the wolves don't come out at night because they're afraid of what hides in the shadows: being banished here is worst than a death sentence.

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"Newt! You can't keep doing this! You're going to end up dead one day!"

Newt skirted a bush and didn't stop running. Moonlight pouring down guided her path.

"I'm the boss of myself! Being in a pack is just holding me down!" Newt shouted back at th...

(Shoutout to Kade! This is draft #33. I wanted to write in this world again so here it is! This is within the universe of the Real Truth and Breakable Barrier.)

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Sprion is a prison.

That’s precisely why Sprion is just the word ‘prison’ in a different order. Even the first ones banished to this land knew it wasn’t going to be enjoyable.

Raven surveys Sprion from her vantage point from a ja...

Even the wolves don’t come out at night because they’re afraid of what lives in the shadows: being banished here is a fate worse than death.

Yet here I am, treading through these dangerous woodlands all because of a stupid dare.

“There you go, guys! I did it!” On the narrow path, I make my way back to the end ge of the clearing, to the place shadows don’t dare to reach. The bright echos of my fr...

What lurks in the shadows

You’ll never know

Living in the hallows

Proves difficult to show

Not needing your family

No one to care

What is right for me

Devil beware

Then one day

Reason abounds

Proceed on my way

What was lost now found...

Darkness surrounded the comfortless soul. He tried to claw his way out of the shadows of his confinement. His fingers were cold, so very cold, and though his skin peeled away with every scrape against the wood containing him, he did not bleed. Death could not even save him.

The sounds of wolves crying towards the moon made him pause. If he listened closely, he could just make out the songs they ...

The pack of wolves lingered the land, death waiting inside as she watched them move. Slowly and silent, their paws made it through the tribal land where nobody lived but the last Navajo tribe.

She could see a fire with smoke filling the air, curled up and hoping the night would end soon. The moon was full and something just wasn’t right. She could feel her soul stir with emotions she wanted...

“Even the wolves don’t come out at night because they’re afraid of what hides in the shadows: being banished here is worse than a death sentence,” Tituba croaked.

A velvet cloaked figure stood sheltered beneath an inky archway. Casting a rheumy eye over the forlorn windows, the old witch trembled in the fetid dampness. The growl of Tituba’s carriage the only sound. Face lit with an inhuman blue...

The shadows are the punishment for the ones worse than death. They trap them is places darker and deeper than black holes. Even the wolves avoid them, for the king of nature sees the prey of punishment.

I warn you, stay away. Don’t look at it too long, or you will see its eyes. The follow you as a shadow in hopes of brightening up there life. Alas, there is a punishment worse than death. You don’t...