Western folk of Neyurm village took great pride in their old rites since times immemorial and with few still abou
“Hey Liam.” A young girl sat at the front counter, her fingers typing on her phone faster than the speed of light.
“Amaranth, good ta see ya.” Liam responded. Without looking up, she brushed a strand of dark purple hair behind her ear, pierced from the lobe to cartilage, and even within the ear. Her lips wer
"I want you ta know that I never meant for any o'this t'happen, Charlotte." He apologized softly, his head hanging in shame. Charlotte sighed deeply. His hands, though calloused and big, were warm, and it helped relax her for a moment.
"I understand." Viktor led her to the back door, giving the rusty handle a turn and pushing the door open wide enough for them both to slip through. The yard was covered in scorch marks like something had exploded, reaching out close enough to the house to touch it, leaving it's black marks on the once white paint. The clouds above them thickened, threatening more rain, casting the world in a cold gray mist. Viktor let go of her hand, taking a place in the farthest corner of her yard. She watched him walk, his back muscles tightened beneath his tight shirt. He cast a sad look over his shoulder, d
"Are you ok?" She asked. Viktor softly flinched at her voice, his hands bunched into fists. His face scrunched in confusion, brows furling and dark eyes squinting as he regarded the house intently.
"I've seen this house before..." He mumbled. Charlotte's brows raised as she pushed the rusty gates open with her shoulder, the hinges screeched loudly.
"Well, it's been abandoned for a while. Perhaps you passed by it or something." Viktor rushed to her side, using his large, calloused hands to push the gates apart, wide enough for the two of them to enter. Charlotte pushed her bike to the side of the house, leaning it against the white wood. The wind pierced through her coat, and the dark tumbling clouds above had darkened in color, almost black with storm. She leapt onto the p