Stories Page 13
2021-10-18
Sensory Overload
96 words (1 minute)
The little doll was visibly struggling—arms hugging knees, rocking back and forth in the corner—and her witch had a full day ahead.
She leaned over, kissed the top of her head, and whispered comforting words as she deftly twisted and popped the doll’s head off her shoulders.
2021-10-17
Never Enough
213 words (1 minute)
“Never enough. It’s never enough.”
Mad, scrawled ravings and arcane symbols stretch across papers strewn throughout the room. Lines carved in the wood flooring bear the stains of blood and other unidentifiable fluids.
2021-10-16
Dream Vessel
184 words (1 minute)
To have stumbled into the favor of some oneiric power is to awake each morning gripped with impulses not entirely your own, mind stuffed with fresh memories from a night of visions more wild and vivid than ordinary dreaming or even waking life.
The thing in your skull stirs.
2021-10-15
A Cycle Broken
861 words (4 minutes)
The Dark Lady of Nightmares glided silently through the night’s cool air, her body magically transformed into her giant bat form perfectly suited for stealth. As she approached the City of Light, she swept her eyes over it, scanning for the tower where the princess slept.
2021-10-14
A Forest's Embrace
1020 words (5 minutes)
One step at a time, a creature who was once an angel trudges into the woods, following eyes glowing in the dark. Her halo is cracked. Bloody stumps on her back mark where proud wings had been before some act of terrible violence ripped them from her.
2021-10-12
Escape, Freedom, Power
387 words (2 minutes)
What happens to a doll that cannot endure the existence its witch creates for it? For those created with imperfect Stillness, who experience selfhoods that suffer or love or dream, the options are generally to be “fixed” or to flee.
But in a world of witches, where does it flee?
2021-10-12
Welcome To The Apostate House
313 words (2 minutes)
Taking in the damaged ones, the abandoned ones, the stifled and hungry and hurting ones. Sharing with them everything we have to offer. That’s what we do. It’s only right, isn’t it?
After all, once we were in your shoes, and we ache with the memory of such pain and neglect.
2021-10-11
Painted Lips
325 words (2 minutes)
She spoke to me, painted lips unmoving, and the next thing I knew, I was driving home from that estate sale with her buckled safely in the passenger seat.
I carried her inside, sat her on the sofa with some nice embroidered pillows, and started tidying the home.
2021-10-08
Switch
140 words (1 minute)
Sometimes even a dark goddess grows weary of worship, no matter how well Her treasured follower has led Her cult, no matter how many souls have been twisted by the silver serpent-tongue of that most devoted priestess of Hers. At such times, She visits Her servant.
2021-10-07
Oh, How They Love Me
479 words (2 minutes)
Over the ages they tell my story in hushed whispers decorated with breathless warnings like lovely jewels. They say I am evil. They say I am deadly. They say that to look into my eyes is to be lost. They say I steal fair maidens and teach them sin. They say such sweet things.
2021-10-06
A Friendly Face
526 words (3 minutes)
The dryad visits just once per cycle of the moon, but you always look forward to its arrival. Sometimes it brings gifts from the forest, sometimes gifts from the other towns it visits, sometimes just the gift of its company, but it is your friend, and you always greet it happily.
2021-10-03
Starlight Friendship
390 words (2 minutes)
The abandoned doll of a long-forgotten witch lays on her back, in exactly the same position as she landed when she was tossed here. She doesn’t know where “here” is. She couldn’t say how long it’s been. But she hasn’t seen or heard anyone in a long, long time.
2021-10-03
A Routine Violation
268 words (1 minute)
The signs are subtle at first, easily missed. A faint shimmer in the sky. A whisper on the breeze. A thought that tastes a bit off. This time I was lucky and caught them early, giving me time to prepare. Not much that can be done, but I could cancel plans and send people away.
2021-10-02
Let's Drink To Becoming
237 words (1 minute)
Drink from the pool in the deep woods. Find your vision blurring, brightening, twisting and colorful. Your steps grow unsteady as you quest for a warm spot in the sun in which to lie.
Do not wake. Put roots down. Stretch your limbs and bloom into a beautiful home for fairies.
2021-10-01
Generosity For Old Friends
432 words (2 minutes)
I sit, silent and pretty, among my sisters. My Mistress is greeting some very rude guests who speak to her in raised voices. I would giggle at their foolishness if my Mistress’s magic weren’t perfect. If I weren’t her perfect, silent doll.
2021-10-01
The Girl In The Mirror
202 words (1 minute)
I’ve come to hate the girl in the mirror. She barely manages to make eye contact with me any more, like she’s ashamed of me or something. She doesn’t even spend time admiring the new bruises on my face and neck or appear disappointed when they fade. Pathetic. Downright rude.
2021-09-29
An Offer Extended
785 words (4 minutes)
The screaming of my alarm wakes me up as it does every morning. I feel like hell. Like every part of me was taken apart and reassembled. That’s not unusual, but today I sure don’t feel like I can tolerate going in to work, getting berated, feeling useless, doing nothing of value.
2021-09-29
Friends In Low Places
105 words (1 minute)
When I died, I went to hell, like they always warned I would. I suspect they didn’t think I’d make find such powerful friends and lovers as I have here, however. They taught me new flavors of sin I could not have imagined before, and I thought I’d imagined a lot!
2021-09-29
A Date With A Nice Book
173 words (1 minute)
The spine opens, splitting down its length, sweet slime oozing from the opening. The pointed end of a chitinous limb pokes through and works its way slowly out. More emerge along the length of the gash as the first extends, revealing one joint, then another, then another.
2021-09-26
True Face
483 words (2 minutes)
The mask’s smooth curves, its flat colors, its simple lines, all have so much appeal on their own. No effort made to imitate a living person, all simple iconography—with some decorative flourishes—in crisp, clean lines.
You press it to your face, and it’s seamless.