Rainwalker - Chapter 5 The door opened. The rusty hinges made a long, grating creek, the kind that rubbed your ears like sandpaper. It felt like a minute before it finally petered out into a few ugly crackles.Rainwalker - Chapter 5 by ~CrazyAce01
The bedroom was silent. Except for her mother’s soft breathing, the ghostly darkness was absolutely still. Rebecca swallowed, then risked edging the corner of the blanket down below her eyes. It was there. Standing in the closet. Watching her.
She buried her head under the covers. Not real. Not real. Not real.
Thump. It planted a foot out of the closet. Rebecca’s grip crumpled the edge of the sheets.
Sssshhhh. It dragged its other f
Rainwalker - Chapter 4 The sphere of darkness transporting him across the Divide dissipated. Anathulim fell to his knees and coughed his lungs clear. His clothes wafted with smoke. Ukobach hadn’t exaggerated the power of the trap.Rainwalker - Chapter 4 by ~CrazyAce01
A sharp ring cut the air. It banged and wailed and smashed his eardrums as if the world was coming to an end. Rain sprayed down on him. He was soaked. He spluttered for breath before channeling a spell to part the water away from himself.
The last time he’d been to this regions of Earth was several hundred years ago. His transport spell wouldn’t be precise, but he should be somewhere on a hill near a river he’d visited once. It was in the wilderness, distant from any human settlements. He wiped his face and looked about to get his bearings.
Rainwalker - Chapter 3 He followed Belial’s advice and promptly discovered a secondary effect he found addicting - if he kept his legs working, his mind didn’t have a chance to creep up on him so much.Rainwalker - Chapter 3 by ~CrazyAce01
Having visited nearly every alley on the surface of his city, he started on the underground. Today he toured a mine near the boundary between the city and the wilds. They called it a mine, but in reality, it was a workhouse owned by Angal. Ironically, he had a sizeable investment in the property. At one time, it had been the controlling stake, but the Angal had bought him out.
Most of the miners stopped what they were doing to watch him pass. Some attempted to rub the soot from their faces. The black streaks smeared through their sweat. He let them gawk without qualm. He’d grown used to it th
The World of HandsFingers like hairs drifting on water;The World of Hands by ~CrazyAce01
These hands are soft, yet marked by the scars of a hot kitchen.
They turn, flip, dance,
But stop to hug me with surprising strength.
Fingers pudgy like overstuffed marshmallows;
These hands are warm, plush, and quiet -
Until they rush to type in furious creativity.
They pat me on the head and wish me goodnight.
These fingers tease like feathers;
These hands caress my face. These hands hold me tight.
I thought they'd be forever, but sometimes hands lie;
I don't see them anymore.
Gritty fingertips stained with paint and plaster;
These hands are a patchwork of callouses, dust, and scrapes.
They press on my back, they rest on my shoulder;
They lay heavy, but push me to do my best.
Bony fingers like shriveled roots;
These hands are cold with age.
But though they're old, they hide a wrinkled grin,
The brush of wisdom, a steady grip.
Fingers that tremble and twitch;
Those hands are so nervous they talk on their own.
I want to hold them tight, but they'd n
Abducted Part One - A Mother's Worst NightmareAbducted Part One - A Mother's Worst Nightmare
The small girl stirred on the bed, her body felt heavy and her mind, groggy. The girl made herself sit up. Something didn't feel right. This wasn't her bed. This room wasn't hers.
She waited for a response. A minute passed.
"Mommy? Where are you? Where am I?"
Tears started to burn her eyes, "Mommy ?!"
Her body shuddered as she started to sob, quietly at first. The louder sobs were muffled when she cried into the pillow. She was too scared to move or even call out again. She cried for a while, until she was too tired to shed another tear. The girl sniffled and wiped away at the snot and tears, by using the sleeves on her arms.
By now, her eyes had adjusted to the dimly lit room. It's only light was shining from a clown faced night light that was plugged in on the opposite side of the room. She looked around at the shapes within the dark. She could make out the form of a small table and chairs, stuffed animals and other