by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
I read Yelena’s notes, it inspired to leave my mark if this is my resting place. Her spirit lies in these walls, by Vasja’s Heart I will not suffer the same fate. Mi harezh lo nomikwatru. Sing my name so I may live. My name is Huris of Fajdan, Born of...
by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
The house withstood last night’s attacks, barely. Repairs are sorely needed. I don’t intend to use all the rooms, I’ll salvage wood from them. I found an old journal under some loose floorboards. The pages were brittle, the ink faded, but the entries...
by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
The prior residents discovered ways to keep these creatures of the night at bay, though it makes little sense to me. How a bundle of herbs or a rusty nail functions as a bar to their entrance, I cannot say. Yet it does. Over the past few nights they’ve ripped...
by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
I write this with a sleep-deprived, quivering hand. The onslaught just stopped. I pray to whatever unholy god this land offers to never see that thing again. Will write more once I’ve slept, but already the first rays of the sun have shown me the destruction of...
by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
Next morning. The creatures of the night are silent, not visible. The cool morning air is inviting and has a pleasant balsam scent. I can’t believe this is the same empty house in which I found refuge. I remember tripping over a broken floor board near the door...
by SJ | Jul 6, 2024 | Stories, Stories from the Dead Soil
Part I I didn’t want to find this place. Their awful yowling caused me great distress, I became lost and surrounded. They didn’t come in, they wouldn’t cross the threshold of this old house. They claw and scratch at the windows, even as I write this....
