Tea Party "Would you like some more tea, Mister Fitzroy?" Lucy poured happily, skipping around the table to give everyone some tea. "How about you, Mr. and Mrs. Stone? May the little one drink tea?" She poured and poured until she was out of tea. Then she seated herself right next to Jeremiah R. Winchester and began sipping from her own teacup. Jeremiah had donned his old military uniform. Red and white with gold buttons that went all the way up to his brown fuzzy beard. He looked like he had just come home from war. He was great company. They all were.
It's a shame all of them were dead.
Lucy sat sipping for minutes, chatting with the dead bodies. Sometimes she would stop and be silent as she stared in front of her, but her guests didn't mind. They were so polite. They were much better friends than she'd ever had.
She had been handy with a shovel ever since she was five. Father had taught her how to use it, how to put yo
Singing Flames He sat staring into the singing flames. She sat down beside him, long black hair casually draped around her shoulders. They fell dangerously close to the licking flames as she bend over to look at his face. "You look familiar." She tucked her hair behind her ear, but it fell down again instantly.
He looked up from the fire. She was wearing a short, black dress, blood-red lipstick and a pair of casual sandals. There was sand in-between her toes. He wanted to brush them clean.
"I'm sure I've met you before," she said. The flames were reflecting in her amber eyes.
He looked back into the flames. Leave me alone, he thought. He was rubbing his hands.
She wasn't. She was grabbing him by the cheek, turning his head towards hers. "It's not polite to look away when you are talking to someone."
"I'm not talking. You are."
She let his head go. His eyes went back t
The Mirror - Chapter 3 This can't be...
"You must be Derion," the girl said with a nervous smile. "Y-your friend's been telling me all about you."
Derion dropped his fishing pole, and it fell into the lake with a plop, slowly descending into the water. Derion didn't even notice for a moment. He touched the girl's face, lightly at first. He ruffled her hair, opened her mouth to look at her teeth, stared into her eye. Her sky blue eye.
"I-is everything alright?" the girl asked with a trembling voice.
"Derion, this is..." Vicken looked at Derion with his ruffled face, raising an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"
"You're Maigo. This isn't possible." Derion widened his violet eyes and stared at the poor girl. "This isn't possible."
The girl looked confused. "How do you know my name?" She was scared. Her eyes gave it away. "I'm not sure I understand."
Jamie's Coin "For how long have you been following me?" Jamie asked.
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"I took the elevator. You know, the grey one? The sign said to take the left one, so I took the left one."
"Mhm. And before that?"
"There was a long corridor. It was pretty dark, I couldn't see much." Jamie flipped the coin and caught it again. Held it up in the light and studied its details. "I don't think there were any walls, I remember trying to reach out into the darkness, but I was afraid I would fall into the emptiness."
"And before the corridor?"
"I..." Jamie hesitated for a moment, the only sound in the cave being the magnified booms of their footsteps.
"That's where I started following you. I'm surprised you didn't notice me earlier."
"I did. I just didn't want to disturb you." The coin went back into his pocket. Then he took it out again.
Sane "Next, please." The voice from the speakers was tired and worn-out, like he had said the words so many times it stopped having a meaning. There was one man before me, unable to move. His hair was brown and greasy, his limbs short and thick and his hands shaking. Somewhere inside his mind, he was probably screaming for his body to move, but nothing happened. He looked around him quickly, catching the gaze of two angry guards. Their uniforms were grey. Grey like dust. Ash. Death.
"Next. Please." The man was still glued to the ground. I wanted to shake him back to his senses, but that would be seen as assault. So I was forced to simply stand and watch. The guards grabbed the man by his shoulders, forcing a soft whimper from his lips. They shot him quickly and pulled him away.
"Next, please." The guards were looking at me now, clunching their guns with a smile. The tallest one was itching to pull the trigger. So I walked over the pool
The Obscure Case of Jonathan Bois It was always a busy night on Halloween. Everyone were calling, insisting that they had seen a mysterious crime, or that they held evidence that Slenderman was real. Most called again shortly after with a confession that it had just been a costume. As a detective, it was simply my fate on halloween. Just like firemen on New Years 'Eve I was the city's to boss around with.
"I swear, it's true. My husband, Jonathan, he's been dead for a year, and now he comes to visit me in the night. He asks me for help, but for what I don't know. Then he starts shaking me, detective, and he doesn't stop until I start crying. Then he withdraws into the night, only to return an hour later."
"Miss, do you have any evidence of this? Are you sure that this is your husband?" I would ask with feigned curiosity. Phone locked in place between my cheek and shoulder, I'd try to read the newspaper. I wasn't even thinking about my responses an
The Mirror Prologue Derion dreamt. In his dream he was in a far away land, outside the boundries of Gerenar and the lands beyond. In his dream he saw a people just like his. Talking, smiling, laughing, living their lives. And yet, no matter how much Derion tried to ignore it, he could see that this people was indeed different than his. Yes, they lived in metal boxes and drove horseless carriages, but it was something else that Derion noticed. That which his brethren had overcome in the War of Gods; distrust, anger, jealousy... These people had not. Their demons were not in a physical shape, but hidden beneath every breath. But he also saw hope, in the shape of a young girl not much different from him. He had never seen her before, yet somehow he knew her like a close friend. Derion reached out for her.
"You don't belong here," he yelled, "come with me!" but he could not grab her hand. The girl faded away, and no matter how quickly Derion ran, he co
Broken. "I swear that stone gargoyle just looked straight at me." The Dead World always creeped me out. It felt as if someone was always right behind me, watching, but when I looked there was only the dusty road and the metal ruins. But even then, you could not be sure if someone was hiding in the grey mists of pollution. I remembered the Watcher, a childhood story of a man who would follow you, always hiding from your look. The only way you could know if he was there was by stopping and listening. If there was a low scream somewhere in the distance, you could be sure that you were being followed. I felt like a deer running from the hunter, not able to do anything but wait for the final arrow. I considered telling Phoenix to stop to hear for him, but decided against it. She would just think that I was crazy, and you wouldn't want Phoenix to think you were crazy. It was said that she was crazy herself.
"Which one? This little fella'?" Phoenix asked,