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Submitted by Margaret Sok
Against the stone wall of the cave, a scraping talon sounds...
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Against the stone wall of the cave, a scraping talon sounds. Echoing through the narrow passageway, the rhythmic scratching and tapping gradually grew faster and more frantic. Soon it became accompanied by deep huffs and high pitched screeches. The sound alone would send a full grown man to his knees in fear, but not a soul was near enough to hear it; the creature made sure of that.
Deep inside a ...
You always knew something was off about the new apartment, but you never had the money to buy yourself out of the lease. The apartment itself was fine, but walking up the stairs to your door you had to pass the laundry room. The room had a door at the end that was kept locked, both knob and in chains. When you did your laundry there, you heard something from behind that door … and you never went b...
My mind starts to spiral, who, what, where, when, why. How did I get in here?
Seconds ago, I was laying across from my partner on our queen-sized mattress encompassed by darkness of the inevitable and long “rest”. I remember feelings of loneliness, and then all of a sudden I’m here. But where’s here?
Caves of darkness, so quiet I can hear my blood flowing through my veins and feel the movement ...
“It dwells in the depths of the caves, never breaking the barrier between light and shadow.” He steps back, leaving behind the light of the flickering flame, now veiled in shadows in the corner of the room.
“It only feeds off those who can’t curb their curiosity and go wondering too near.” My uncle crouches low to the floor, arms held high with fingers mimicking the claws of the beast called Hail...
It started quitely enough, moving shadows, a echo of a step. Then it came on louder, sharper, the drag of something heavy across the rocky ground. You quicken your step, it becomes louder still, your panic rises. Faster. Harder. Until you finally trip over your own feet and realize the scrap of claws you’ve been hearing are your own....
Plagued by demons and demented thoughts
Suffered pain only she knows
The battle becoming too hard
Being in the dark for too long
Entertaining dark thoughts of herself
The person called shadow queen
The true cause of the suffering
Battling yourself is hard and draining
But some things we can’t fight on our own
I can give you my shoulder to cry on I can write empathic stories and texts I ca...
As Jake entered the cave there were no noises. It was dark except a light that shone through an unknown hole in the ceiling of the cave that shone a singular island in the middle of a lake. He had been walking for a little while to get up to the cave.
He wore jeans, a brown t-shirt, a flannel, and a jacket. His back-pack lay on his back, full of tools, food, water, and clothes.
He finally found ...
I go back to a cave in the Kingdom of Shadows, and I camp there in a fortress of cold stone. I am a fool returning from enlightenment just to seek shelter.
“Uri, come join us by the fire,” Blima, an old friend, invites. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“I found the source of all the world’s light, I think.” I sit down beside her, noticing her wide, skeptical glance.
“We make the light...
Against the stone of the cave wall, the screech of a talon scraping against its side sounded. Aster sucked in a panicky breath. She tried to silently scramble further into the cave.
“Where is it?”
Aster froze as another of her pursuers spat out an answer. She shouldn’t have wandered off. She knew better.
Aster backed even further into the recesses of the cave. She tried to ignore the large crac...