Inside the worn wooden shed, tucked away in a corner of Lucas's backyard, time seemed to stand still. The shed, once a haven for his father's tools, had fallen into disuse over the years. But for Lucas, it had become a sanctuary—a place where he could escape the noise of the world and find solace in his own thoughts. As he stepped inside, a rush of memories washed over him. The scent of aged wood and the faint echoes of his father's voice enveloped him, transporting him back to a time when the shed was a place of collaboration and shared dreams. But that was long ago.
Lucas's eyes roamed over the dusty shelves, tracing the outlines of forgotten tools and half-finished projects. His gaze settled on a weathered workbench, littered with remnants of his recent tinkering—a testament to his desire to bring new life to old things. His wounded arm throbbed, demanding his attention. The injury, a result of an accident weeks ago, had been a constant reminder of his own vulnerability. But in this shed, Lucas felt a semblance of control, a chance to mend what was broken—both in his arm and within himself. With careful hands, he unwrapped the bandages that encased his forearm, revealing the jagged scar that marred his skin. It was a stark reminder of the incident that had brought him here—a moment of carelessness that had led to pain and consequences.
As he inspected the wound, Lucas couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. The healing process had been slow and arduous, hindered by the necessity of wearing long sleeves at school to hide the injury. The trapped sweat beneath the fabric had disrupted the natural healing rhythm, leaving behind a mark that seemed resistant to fading. He sighed, resigning himself to the reality of his circumstances. The scar would forever serve as a visible reminder of his past, an indelible mark etched into his flesh. But Lucas refused to let it define him. He was determined to rise above his limitations, to find strength in his weaknesses. His gaze shifted, drawn to an old, rusted, short-handed axe that lay abandoned in a corner. It had once been his father's favorite tool, a symbol of their shared passion for craftsmanship. Together, they had used it to rebuild the shed—an act of creation that had brought them closer, if only for a fleeting moment.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Lucas reached for the axe. The touch of its worn wooden handle sent a surge of familiarity coursing through his veins. The memories of countless hours spent working alongside his father flooded his mind, mingling with the present moment. As his fingers traced the blade's edge, he realized that, like himself, the axe had fallen into disrepair. Its once-sharp edge had dulled, its metal surface marred by the passage of time. But just as he aimed to mend his own wounds, Lucas felt compelled to restore the axe to its former glory. He set aside his bandages and picked up his tools—sandpaper, oil, and a sharpening stone. With meticulous care, he began the process of revitalizing the worn blade. Stroke by stroke, he honed its edge, working with a patience born from the desire to bring forth something beautiful from the remnants of neglect. The rhythmic sound of metal meeting metal filled the shed, drowning out the cacophony of doubts and insecurities that often plagued Lucas's mind. In this moment, he found solace in the act of repair—an act that mirrored his own journey of healing and growth.
As the minutes turned into hours, Lucas lost himself in the restoration. The outside world faded away, replaced by a sense of purpose and accomplishment. With each pass of the sharpening stone, he felt a connection to his father—a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality. Just as he finished sharpening the axe, the creak of the shed's door interrupted the tranquility. Lucas turned, his gaze meeting Veil's curious eyes. A smile spread across his face, genuine and warm, as he took in the sight of his friend standing in the doorway.
"I see you're at work again," Veil remarked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Guess that means you're feeling better?"
Lucas nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Yeah, working on something always helps clear my mind," he replied, his voice filled with a newfound resolve.
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Macabre: Story Of Lucas
HorrorWe follow high school student named Lucas into his path of discovering what are his darkest corners of his soul and path of death that he leaves behind. New parts out every week.
