A Collection of Short and Unfinished Stories

Spooky (Unfinished)

This was written around Halloween a few years ago. It was a nice thought, but I grew bored of developing it after a while of humming and hawing over how to convey the plot I wanted. I might pick it back up eventually.

Much Love!

      Tangent Arrow

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Breathing in the crisp night air, Horace noticed his shoulders felt lighter that they had not long prior. Gazing at the full moon, high in the night sky, he wondered if there could possibly be a more beautiful sight. He loved being in the forest, and could not imagine that he was missing out on anything particularly interesting by not being able to walk about in the day. The ferns were still lovely, the elk still cooed-- the only thing lacking were humans wandering around, which Horace hardly minded. He found them ignorant and stupid, completely intolerable, with no purpose in the world but to pollute the skies and the water and the land. He much prefered to forgo their experience altogether, so he feasted on more intelligent beasts, like squirrels and rabbits. Although he needed to devour many to achieve the same sustenance of a single human, and found squirrels and rabbits repulsive, their screams weren't nearly as annoying-- and they tasted much better. They were also significantly easier to find during the late hours of the night.

In fact, he hadn't seen a human out in his region of the woods for years, so imagine his shock when he found a young, brown-haired man with ripped, ragged clothes, laying on the ground. He appeared to be in pain, breathing in a rapid, shallow pattern. The boy's eyebrows were knit together and he writhed on the ground where he lay. He opened his mouth, but it took a few seconds to find his voice. He let out a blood-curdling scream that lasted for what seemed hours. For some reason, Horace was possessed enough to scoop him up. He took the young man home with him. Something was obviously wrong, and the had to be a story as to why he was all the way out there. Horace wondered why his clothes were torn and why he seemed to be in so much pain. And if worse came to worse-- if he were too much trouble-- Horace would have a meal for the next couple of days.