The foyer was empty but for Simon, off on his own with one of the many pads that Father provided. Though the boy was young, he was particularly good at the age of nine. He had filled a good number of the books with sketches and little notes. Some of these notes became illustrated stories […]
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The Collector: Four
Iris stared, wordless, despite the discussion between the man-like shape and the boy on the couch. Despite still being quite young, the boy seemed hardly put off by the queerness of the host, who made no motion even as he spoke. Finally, Iris allowed the words in, frost melting in the ground and letting the […]
The Collector: Three
The scents of rust and iron, cold and damp, filled Iris’s head as she awoke with a jerk, calling for her father. She had been racked with night terrors once more, the first time in nine months. However, these new nightmares were not fabrications, composites of television ghouls, and perturbing stories in the news. It […]
The Collector: Two
The door swung in, and with it, the dark, the evil shadows lurking in every corridor of the macabre fortress the children called home. Rennard twisted about, fearful he had been discovered by the master, only to find Jacob, soaked from head to sock, standing at the threshold. Glaring at Rennard as though he were the […]
The Collector: One
Stagnate, chilly water splashed at corpse-colored flesh as the drainage pool rose with the flow of rainwater spilling through the channel. The rains would be a blessing, the humidity and warmth, the fresh and soothing scent, and the cleansing purity of it washing away long-standing water; however, for the girl in the sewer, it was […]
(USFB): Twenty-Nine: Lurkers in the Dark
The deck lurched as the waves rolled the ship, the choppy surf matching the tumult aboard. Every board felt flimsy and poorly set beneath Kovarlin’s claw. It was all he could do to drag himself across the damp planks, trying to find his feet, to quash the fear and doubt of death, and to rally […]
(USFB): Twenty-Six: Blood and Bargain
The tunnel was a winding snake that at times stood tall and wide enough for Razien to walk upright, albeit at a lumbering pace, while at other points, forced him to crawl on his belly like a worm. The foxes ahead of him had an easier time and, when at such points, could go on […]
(USFB): Twenty: Deeper Cellars of Yesterday
A dank and mold-fettered draft wisped into the depths of the cavernous temple until it reached the desolate form of the puma. His mind danced in the void between one world and the next, trying furtively to again find purpose and strength. He clutched his digits tight to his paw pads, feeling the crusted, dried […]
(USFB): Ten: Chasing Ghosts
Razien sat beside Greshalin’s wagon that night, the day’s experience hardly breaking his composure. Gresh tried to press her paws to the rope burns that snaked through his fur, a steam of ice against the warm air building and fading as he denied the aid each time. He was sullen and irritated, but only in […]
(USFB): Nine: A Living Grave
Orathone held his breath counting down seconds in the void. It seemed utterly unreal that any sane person would bury another alive, punishment or not. The buck thought it had to be some type of bluff, an attempt to break him and keep him in line. However, it was clear enough that Razien had seen […]
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