A Short, short story
It started on the darkest night of fall’s unyielding autumn breezes. Where the far countryside of Adam’s county was seized by blindness of nightfall. Even the moon took refuge amidst the clouds that night, turned its back, and refused to lift up her countenance. The night flexed the might of its grip denying every shred of light. No one really knew what happened to the power that night, but the people wandering in the streets took the black into their eyes, let it trickle up their spine, and whisper fear in their hearts.
They say the shadows keep their own, and what they don’t possess return to the light. Some never realized the essence of human nature is bound within the perpetual cycle of day and night. And some who never put off the works of darkness would never see the light of day.
That night the slow howl of wind was grinding, sifting all through Hartsville under its own hungry volition. Where it came from, or where it went nobody knows, and certainly no one really knew what it brought with it. Because in that solemn night; there wasn’t an inch of light, except in the house of Old man Bill.
OTHER BLOGHOP PARTICIPATES:
- C. Lee McKenzie Beautiful
- Erica Damon Penance’
- J. Q. Rose Sorry
- Elise VanCise Lady In The Woods
- Barbara Lund Spooky Space
- Angela Wooldridge Quiet Neighbours
- Katharina Gerlach Australian Dream
- Karen Lynn The Waves at Midnight
- Sherri Conway Ants
- Elizabeth McCleary Over James Henry Wilcox Dead Body
- Canis Lupus The Picture
- Peg Fisher All In the Fall, a Fractured Fairytale
- Bill Bush Trapped
- Crystal Collier Emily’s Ghost
- Viola Fury 911
- Benjamin Thomas Autumn Cascade
- Juneta Key Shiny People
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