She stood, gasping, in the middle of a pile of bloody corpses. Dead. They were all dead, and she had killed them. Her sword slipped slowly from her sweaty & trembling hands. Her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing. She’d killed them. They’d certainly meant to kill her. They’d come at her… Continue reading The Alley
A strange little story which popped into my head one day while thinking about walking in the woods at night.
A short story that’s been floating around in my head recently about a strange old man who lives on the edge of a forest who might be more than he seems.
I had an active imagination when I was younger – I dreamed up elaborate histories for the fictional worlds that inhabited the landscapes around my childhood home. This is sort of a “description” of the world I’d imagined around my home, but it’s also partly a story of a single day – or maybe a single year.
I’m going to warn you now, this is another “sappy” post, so if that’s not your thing, turn back now.