Traversing these dark streets, they all walk in silence. All the buildings were black, yet varied in size. The sky is a dark purple with a full moon. It was a dark reflection of the real world, a world created within Brian’s mind. They were all here looking for something. Rather, someone.
Isabelle walked by his side, along with her twin sister, Laura, Brian’s best friend, Gambito, and their mentor, Maxine. There was one more guest travelling with them, a mysterious man named Peter, who is a Viking warrior who has been dead for centuries. His short black hair connected to his scraggly beard. He wore a red, sleevele
The Beast, The Witch, and The Dragon by BigManD88, literature
Literature
The Beast, The Witch, and The Dragon
Part 1: Monster Hunter
Silence is broken by screams.
Men and women are disturbed from their slumber.
Surprised, they are, to find what is in their barracks.
Through shadow he moves.
Already, he has consumed victims.
Gunfire explodes.
He is not slowed.
One by one they meet a violent end.
The episode of violence is reported the next day.
Brian, Gambito, Isabelle, and Laura were watching.
Gambito, in particular, finds the news enraging.
The men and women mentioned were familiar.
Friends he had made in service.
Unable to hear anymore, he turns the TV off.
He states, “This has Bane written a
Through the woods she walks, whistling the tune to “Winnie the Pooh.” Her hood comes down, exposing her brunette hair. Her eyes were as green as jade and her skin revealed the signs of maturity. Neither tall nor short, she stops and stares at this lifeless place. Branches remained rigid and no creature scurried, yet, she felt it. This is the place. Her hood was connected to a long, formerly sleek, brown coat. Her wrists were adorned with charm bracelets occupied by mini figures resembling caricatures of people. Larger figures were attached to her belt, accompanied by a pouch, carving knife, and even vials. The crimson
Darkness. Nothing but darkness. No light to be found, yet the floor and prison bars were so visible that a light might as well be shining on this spot. The row of bars seems to have no end, disappearing into the darkness. The floor was grey, yet clean. No walls. No ceiling. No noise. Complete utter silence. Brian couldn’t help, but to feel a measure of panic at the scene. This place, created from the depths of his soul and mind, was not what he expected. He was not sure what he expected, but it was not this.
“Who are you?” spoke a voice from the dark. It is deep with a bit of a growl, bo
It’s quiet. That or the sounds outside his room and home are simply being drowned out. His room is adorned with posters showcasing superheroes, video game characters, famous action heroes, even models. A black, wooden shelf stood in front of a large window, already covered by curtains that he never opens. There was a large space that allowed for a TV to be placed there, but he used all of it to place his books, varying from novels to comic books.
On his nightstand, he stares at the pill bottle which stood next to a bracelet. Since she’s been gone, Brian regularly sat by the nightstand, staring at th
The Sandwich Shop on Devil's Night by BigManD88, literature
Literature
The Sandwich Shop on Devil's Night
Camilla
It’s the night before Halloween; we were hungry, and still missing a dear friend of ours. We came across this Submarine Sandwich place, decked out with Halloween décor and still open even though it was pretty late. There were 4 of us: Me, Jaime, Adam, and Sara. There were a couple other people in there too.
Halloween is tomorrow, yet people were already dressed for the occasion. I was wearing “Day of the Dead” makeup and a black, single dress with a skeleton on the front and back with a black top