Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
All he had was a photography. A creature, hanging on a rock wall in the forest.
Dave had been obsessed ever since he saw it the first time. He had searched for its origin, for the place it had been taken.
His research led him up in the north, into the forests by the coast. He followed the signs he had been able to encounter, the little hints he could find. There seemed to be a pattern, as if they had been laid out for him to find them… (more)
The garden grew, distancing her from the outside world. She sunk into the shadows of the wild growing roses and the tall, majestic trees.
Something, someone, lurked between the branches, in the darkness behind the leaves.
-What do you want? she screamed, breaking the silence.
Soft wind far above was the only answer… (more)
-The light! The light is back!
-Aaaaah! My eyes! My beautiful eyes!
Some held their arms out towards the whiteness, others ran into the shadows for safety. Yet others threwthemselves down in submission. It burned their eyes, tore their souls with fear.
Then it was gone, once again, as suddenly as the last time.
They waited, knew it would be back. Anxiety dug into their hearts, life became unbearable.
Kiind, the youngest of them all, always played around by the little black lake… (More)
-I’m here to restore balance, he said, staring through them as if they were not there.
The plants laughed. The laughter spread through the forest, along the roots and through the air.
-We’ve already tried, little one, but please come right in. Give it your best shot.
The giggles lingered as he walked through the dense bushes, thorns and branches cutting his skin, ripping his clothes. He pushed through high grass and ferns, crossed puddles and swamps.
Deep inside he came to the heart of the forest, the place where the roots met, where decisions were made.
He lay down, spread his cloak out… (more)
Larket held his hand out towards the giant in front of him.
“Stop!” he said. “Don’t come any closer!”
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped.
“Let him in”, the tree beside him said. It had a face. Hands and fingers were branches growing wildly.
The squirrel stared up against him. It had a judging look on its face, like it had something nasty to say. The rabbits laughed a wicked laugh.
“You…” the giant said. “You have broken our rules…
He looked down on his reflection. He saw his own face, dry and worn, nothing but a shadow of who he used to be. The forest was dying around him.
There were no birds anymore. No animals, just a fly every once in a while. He had learned how to catch them, but they weren’t much food.
Down by the lake he could see the old pram lying by the shore, sunken into the water. There were no more fish, no more nothing. Poison. It was where it had started, so silently.
He followed the water upstream…
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