Fido’s owner takes him on a trip to the forest. He ties him to a tree and leaves him to die. A cat shows up. The cat splits into two. Then it disappears and appears another place.
You can listen to the story below, or you can read the original version here. The audio version can be found on my steemit-account.
Originally posted on stormstirrer:
I watched it burn and crumble, Your way into my heart and my way into yours;…
This story is connected to my earlier post Not Spoiled by Water – The Supper, and part of an ongoing horror series. They can be read individually.
Gunnhild couldn’t find her little boy anywhere. She went up to the old tree, he sometimes liked to play up there. She couldn’t find him. She looked under the house. Nothing.
She walked down the path towards the firewood shelter. Her father was there.
-Have you seen Peder? She asked.
-No I haven’t. Maybe he’s down by the lake?
The lake. She looked over her shoulder in a fast movement.
“Be careful down by the lake, little Peder. Something might just push you under.” Her brother’s words… (More)
After a long life on the stage, Mr Marelli decides to make one last show no one will forget.
You can listen to the audio below, read the original story on Fictionspawn Monsters – The Last Trick of the Illusionist or check out the edited version on Steemit.com/@fictionspawn
Silence. Mari’s mother looked down at her plate. Her uncle Hans had a strange smile on his face. He didn’t smile much.
-Where did you hear that name? Her grandmother’s voice was shaking. Mari wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear. Maybe it was both, or something else. She didn’t answer.
-I said, where did you hear that name?
-I didn’t hear it, Mari said. I found a drawing…
Another long silence. No one said anything. Her grandma looking at straight at her. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
-He was your brother, Uncle Hans said… (More)
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The pen moves slowly across the page, as if resisting the words that spill forth in…