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The Egg, the Note, and the Skull
Branches sway in a sudden breeze and leaves stir around your feet. The tree at your back groans. You flinch away as it shifts, its "roots" more like a massive chicken's foot as it lifts over your head. It stomps. You dodge, tripping over your own feet. Arms held up in defense, your gaze travels up the leg, one of four, supporting a shack. "That Russian scent again!"Instinctively, you clutch the egg in your pocket, heart beating madly. The voice is loud, annoyed, and sounds like gravel. Clamoring comes from inside. The door slams open and you backpedal, already reconsidering your life decisions. Warm light from inside the house highlights an old woman with tangled hair, a long nose, and stick-thin limbs. Her teeth are sharp and cast from iron, each like miniature daggers. Though hunched, her stance suggests nothing but power.The Baba Yaga.…
Lifeblood
It closed the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. Mary let out an involuntary whimper. She wished she hadn't fled.Mary squeezed her eyes shut, desperately hoping this was a nightmare. It brushed against her. She felt its breath. This was where she'd meet her end. Just like her people had.She could've sworn the guttural sound it made was a laugh."Run," it taunted.***A Shifter's blood is more coveted than gold. Unfortunately, all Shifters have been dead for years. So when word gets out that one has been spotted, Mary is intrigued.Chasing what is likely a false hope, Mary travels to the Blue Forest with promise of great reward for a Shifter found alive. But the forest is scattered with corpses, and the few things that live there could easily add her to the death count.With the threat of Beasts and the greed of man, only the powerful or a fool would search for a dead race. Mary is neither, but this may be her one chance to meet a Shifter.Consequences be damned.***Updates every other Friday1st place in The Fam Awards 20202nd in My Hard Work Awards…
Voices of the Deep
Sirens don't have voices. Not like we do. Their Voices are stolen screams, the cries of a victim's last breath as they are dragged into the deep. Image Credits:Background for the cover by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/Engin_Akyurt-3656355/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1838199">engin akyurt</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1838199">Pixabay</a>…