Creaturesoflegend Stories

Something sinister has taken up residence on the outskirts of a peaceful wooded village. Armed with makeshift weapons and warnings passed down through generational folklore, a small but determined community fights to rid their home of the dangerous interloper, before it's wicked trickery leads to their ruin. This story won Highly Commended in the international Inktears Short Story Competition, 2015 *Inspired by Scottish folklore

Tanner leaned across the table and spoke in a low voice, "When I first saw you, I knew there was something different about you." "Oh? Would that be a good different or bad different?" She responded with a quirk of her left eyebrow. He didn't realize just how different different was. This man was about to drive her insane, but in a good way, and she had no idea. "Definitely a good different," He said confidently. Alethea leaned back from across the table, crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. He can't keep thinking that. "Then you are a lot dumber than you look," She snarled. He was used to her outbreaks by now and just nodded. "You keep saying that, but tell me why."