The day was for monsters. The sun was for the beings that crashed through the forests, and controlled the waters. They thrived in the light, and used fire for protection and destruction. They were children of the heat, and inhibitors of the world. Their children, copious. Their actions, malicious. Their ignorance, incredible.
And the day was theirs.
There was a time, the elders told us, in which we traveled upon the earth in the day. When we did not have to fight for our lives, and cower in abandoned corners of the world. A time when our people sang bright songs, and guided the monsters. We had thought the monsters incapable of harm, like a child. We had believed them of us, but other in a way. Their otherness was far more than we expected.
And the day was theirs.
Continue reading “Fairy Reverse Story [RW07]”
Car lights moved across the glass, refracting into the room and causing shadows to dance across the walls. Thunder rumbled as the sky was lit up once again in a flash of blue that did not belong to a car, lightning? Christopher sat with his back in a corner, breathing deeply. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to breathe as he pulled his knees closer into his chest. The nightmare had been a recurring one: clowns, smiles, guns, screams, and blood. He didn’t want to go to his parents. they didn’t know that he had watched the babysitter’s movie from the shadows of the staircase.
The house creaked. Old houses always made sounds. It was the way they breathed, his father told him. He didn’t like thinking that the house needed to breathe. The house wasn’t alive, or at least he hoped so (he’d seen a movie about a living house once). The house whispered out as if someone was walking through the halls. He knew that it was childish of him to even believe that someone was in his house. His parents had a security system, the best around. No one could break – there was the distinct sound of footsteps. The footsteps were heavy, much like his father’s before morning coffee. Christopher focused on the crack along the door frame, trying to decipher the shape of the changing shadow on the other side of the door. Car lights moved outside, causing the door to glow intensely. Then they bled, and shook, rattling and cascading lighting the world in fire. His entire world was shaking. The fans, the lights, his bed, his world, and he knew it was himself. HIs entire body was jittery as he tried to sit still, silent, hiding.
Continue reading “Quake [RW06]”
So, second review of the day. I have at least two more for next week. After that everything is up in the air as I move forward. Wish me luck!
Continue reading “The Shadows Between Us Review”
So hear me out. I actually finished American Dirt and this book last week. I had that review mostly done, then I realized there was a lot I still needed to do for it (audio files, getting picture and synopsis, making the rating). And I kinda just gave up. I decided to give you this review, and realized I hadn’t finished writing likes and audio files.
I’m too lazy, Voidfriends. So you only got one last week.
Continue reading “A Good Girl's Guide to Murder Review”
Most of this list is a reread/first read for Lorien Legacies, because they’ve been sitting on myself mostly unread for forever now and that needs to end. Thus, here is March TBR. I don’t have much else to say outside of that, because this is coming to you so late.