Creeping Shadows

Typically I seek to see the beauty everywhere, my mind took that challenge and ran with it. While I fundamentally understand that there are stretches of the world that truly are inhospitable and lack the beauty I envision to be had everywhere. However, my stubborn streak prevents me from accepting it. Unfortunately, the inner workings of my imagination created an image of a wasteland that contained zero beauty in any aspect. With that ugly slice of earth tucked away in my mind and the Rory’s story cube thrown, the skeleton of a story flooded into my mind.

Thankfully, with the base of the story firmly entrenched, I spun it about and let the micro tale develop. After a few passes, I incorporated the elements from the dice with the dire surroundings stored away in my mind, to produce a miniature action horror tale for anyone who buys me a croissant.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Creeping Shadows

As a beam of light sliced through the starless sky, its bearer crept across the barren field. When he neared the solitary building, his head whipped about. “Who’s there?”

His companion hunched his shoulders as he inched closer. “Henry, the only fools crossing this wasteland are us.”

The twitchy fellow’s gaze bounced about the desolate surrounding as he pressed his back against the deteriorating stone. “Couldn’t you hear that?”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Jameson,” Henry said as the narrow beam swept across the wretched ground. “We’re not alone.”

Henry’s companion turned around and brushed his friend’s shoulders. Releasing a pent-up breath, he pulled Henry close. “It’s been centuries since anything roamed this patch of earth.”

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