Monthly Archives: September 2022

mansion hidden beneath the rugged past

The trees rustled against the howling wind, but through the thickly lain woods a secret not yet discovered lay, a house haunted by the souls… of the past.

The walls were rugged and bewitched, the large towers were covered in poisonous ivy and the chimney still spurted smoke from its flew. The house seemed to draw near animals of the woods, freezing them beneath its roof, and holding them there, it was as if the house its self was a prison cold and withdrawn. The house was ancient, but… someday when it was discovered it would perhaps… come in use.



run, run, run

The golden, stallion stood poised one forefoot raised, head held high ears pricked listening, waiting, listening. his nose trembled but his feet held firmly on the ground. here he was king of the snowy plains, a Mopoke sounded in the distance calling a warning to all brumbies… for men were coming. another sound rang out distant and clear, a neigh. slowly the young stallion answered and the light shone on him crisp and clear. an man cried out “did you hear?”. the young stallion galloped away men on his heels dog at foot. the men didn’t have a telephone so the couldn’t call for help.



Alma

as I skipped wholeheartedly down the snow packed alleyway I noticed a board, it was black but the writing upon it took up most of its charred look and instead, almost painted it white. after staring at the chalk board for some time, I realized that the scribbles and mess was… names. excitedly, I took the chalk and wrote my name, Alma… the chalk board groaned and screeched but, some thing else sounded over the noise… I froze, and slowly turned to see a face. a wooden nose stuck out from underneath the square eyes and the mouth was as if it were a wolf with gaping jaws and vampire teeth. but there was something else half seen half… swallowed. I ran to the window and rubbed the fog off of it. then I saw it, a doll or my reflection? I looked around slowly and suddenly it was gone! the doll was gone! I wanted it I needed it, I walked timidly over to the door and pulled the handle, but… nothing moved, the door didn’t open. angrily I took a hand-full of cold, wet snow and shoved it against the the glass and silver handle, I trudged away scraping my hand across the wall as I walked. suddenly a creek sounded through the cold silence, I smiled turned around and walked back to the little shop the door had opened!

I stepped towards a table were my doll stood and leaned closer about to take it but a rattling sound broke my motion. I looked down to see, lying on the ground, a little doll on a battered grey tricycle his legs were moving but the bike had no motion. I bent down and stood him up his little wheels barely touching the ground. and then he was off away to the door which was creepily closing behind me. I smiled and turned to the my doll, but… where was it? I looked around and saw her standing on a rugged looking shelf. I climbed on top of the dull green sofa that was just in-front of the shelf where my doll was stood, I stretched out for her but couldn’t quite reach. Taking of my glove with my teeth I reached a little further, this time I touched her, but it wasn’t happiness that filled my bones but, instead a cold shiver started from my toes and ran all the way up my spine. my eyes met her eyes my body was taken, now I realized why that cyclist was trying to get out. I was trapped inside a body that wasn’t my own. Alma wasn’t a girl any more she… was a doll.

 

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