A bloodred moon, an abandoned village. Cries of pain fill the air. Human cries, yet no human lives here. Not anymore. Three men and two woman chanting in a forbidden language. Each one of them stands at the point of the salt and iron fillament pentagram. They just stand there, chanting.
Whispers from inside the pentagram silence the ghostly cries. The voices, that don’t seem to belong to someone. The whispers silence the chanting. All sound dies down, until only the whispers can be heard. Faint, but dreadful.
Leave this planet, the voice seems to whisper.
The figure that appears inside the pentagram is human. A female human. Her face pale and her eyes set wide. Her body covered in rags and blood. Blood, that seems shimmering against her unnaturally pale, almost transparent body.
Leave now! the ghost commands, Leave my people alone.
At the last words, the cries come back. This time they are not in pain. Anger and despair makes the voices sound like a long lost battle.
The chanting stops.
The cries stop.
The whispers stop.
“We are protecting your people” one of the woman says.
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A Collection of Very Short Fiction
RandomThese are a bunch of one-shots, short stories, story snippets from ideas I had, etc. *WARNING* Most if them are unedited. Some contain mature language and some might be a bit gory.
