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[Reply] #21
11-05-2014 12:38 PM
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Kuru wrote:



Living Wind

It was a fairly pleasant evening that day. The sun shone brightly on the horizon, though clouds were slowly beginning to cover it. As it shone down upon the manor, it gave it a majestic glow. The light mixing with the colorful red and orange autumn leaves was truly a beautiful sight, though very deceiving. This manor held a secret. One that was never supposed to be found. This is the story, the story of the Living Wind.

Two people were driving down the road towards the manor. They were excited to reach their destination. After all, they had recently just married and were on their honeymoon. They got out of the car, admiring the scenery as they walked up to the house. The sun was falling below the horizon as they entered the large house. Once inside, the tone changed dramatically. It was pitch black in all directions. The house was very old and did not have any electric lighting. At the door there was a box of matches and around the house in various places, there were candles to light. Chrome, the husband, took a match and began lighting the candles around the room they were in. It was antique, yet in surprisingly good condition. Stacy, the wife, grabbed a candle and went off to explore the house on her own. The house was very cold, so Chrome decided he would go to the fireplace and light it. He kneeled down to the fire with the matches. He threw one in and smoke began to rise from the wood pile. As it burst into flames Chrome noticed how quiet it was. There should at least be noise of bugs or owls outside, but there was nothing. Then came the ticking. He could hear a faint ticking noise that sounded like it was coming from all directions, yet also like it wasn’t there at all. His heartbeat slowed down with the ticking noise. Tick. . . Tick. . .Tick. . . . His mind began to focus on the feeling. He couldn’t think about anything else, and despite the fact that he was standing right next to a fire, he felt chills running along his body. Crash! The loud sound of wood breaking and a feminine scream was heard on the other side of the house.

Chrome jumped up and began to run towards the sound. “Stacy!” He yelled as he turned down the hallway. He stepped too far and found his leg falling through a hole in the floor. The rest of his body followed and in a moment, he was picking himself up off the ground. There was a sharp pain in his left leg and right shoulder. He felt down to his leg and there was a wet substance. He smelled it and recognized it immediately, blood. Luckily, there was not very much of it. He picked himself up off the ground and began to walk. “Stacy? Where are you?” He called as he walked. He noticed a small figure sitting down and staring at something. Chrome lit a candle and the light revealed it was Stacy. He looked around at there surrounding and they were in a room sized square basement. It was empty and the only thing there was a wooden ladder to let you get upstairs. He walked over to Stacy to see what she was looking at. It was a small wooded clock with a traced star on it. There were strange characters carved into the side of it. She continued to stare, seemingly unaware of his presence. He grabbed her shoulder, and her head jerked to face him. Her eyes were empty and she was smiling. After blinking, she returned to normal and was confused about what had happened.

Chrome put the ladder up and took them both upstairs. They walked into the first room and sat in front of the fire. Stacy suggested that they leave the house immediately. Chrome had already checked and the winds were too strong. They had blown over a tree and blocked the only exit. Stacy was looking at the clock again and turned it around to its back. There was a piece of paper stuck in it. It said,”If you are reading this, you have made a grave mistake. This clock was the containment of a dark spirit. His name Shahasrala, the living wind. It cannot escape the clock, but if you hear one sounding whatever you do stay away from windo---“the writing smudged like it was interrupted. On that note, Chrome suggested they get some sleep and leave in the morning. Stacy went ahead into the master bedroom and Chrome took the clock and threw it against the wall. The small clock began to slowly tick, but Chrome paid it no mind. Just then a window flew open because the powerful winds outside. All of the candles in the room went out. Except for one, it was sitting above where the clock had landed. Chrome walked over and after struggling for a moment, shut the window. He walked into the room and they fell asleep.

They were sleeping soundly when the wind blew a window open once more. Chrome heard it and got out of bed to fix the problem. He lit a candle and began to walk down the hallway. As he got further the wind became stringer and stronger. His candle blew out and everything became dark again. He had reached the hole and was stepping over it when the wind suddenly became fiercer than before. He was blown backwards and fell down the hole again, slowing himself on the ladder. He heard a soft voice on the wind. Forward. . . . forward. . . . Chrome walked forward until he met the wall. The voice spoke again. Clock. . . Key. . . . Chrome turned around and at his feet was the small wooden clock. There was a crack in it and inside it, the key. The moment he touched the key, the wind stopped. In fact, everything was completely silent. Door. . . . Door. . . . He turned to face the wall again, only there was a black and red door standing in front of him. He unlocked the door and it immediately swung open and shattered against the wall. There was a large empty room on the other side. There was only one thing inside. Against the back wall was a large grandfather clock. When he took a step into the room, the clock began to tick slowly. He approached it and the voice began to get louder. Touch the Glass. . . Chrome resisted and stayed still. TOUCH THE GLASS!!! Chrome felt his hand rising to the glass and the moment he touched it, the glass shattered. He hearted a loud scream come from upstairs and loud heavy footsteps. He ran upstairs to see what had happened.

He found Stacy standing in the middle of the large window facing into the room. She was in a nightgown that she hadn’t even brought with her. She was smiling, laughing while her head was turned sideways. She looked at him and giggled while falling back out of the window. Chrome ran and looked outside, but there was no one there. He heard heavy footsteps behind him and turned to see what it was. There was a dark figure standing there. You could see nothing but his red eyes and a faint smile. His head contorted upside down and he rushed into Chrome’s face. He spoke in a raspy voice. Tick Tock, and Chrome was gone.



that was awesome. More strange as opposed to scary but i get what you mean. All i would say is that the ending was kinda predictable. But the description and tension made up for that entirely. Good one.


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[Reply] #22
11-06-2014 12:21 PM
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wow... literature is a dead forum...


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11-08-2014 06:37 PM
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Eien no yoru wrote: I want to get this forum back up and running because excluding me, only about five members really care for it. So let’s start with this. Post any short stories you have here just to share them with others. I would say I’ll start but everything I’m working on is long running and anything but short...


Good luck with that.
Not many people here can read books that don’t have pictures.
Nice thread through.


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[Reply] #24
11-12-2014 06:19 PM
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Van Hohenheim wrote:

Eien no yoru wrote: I want to get this forum back up and running because excluding me, only about five members really care for it. So let’s start with this. Post any short stories you have here just to share them with others. I would say I’ll start but everything I’m working on is long running and anything but short...


Good luck with that.
Not many people here can read books that don’t have pictures.
Nice thread through.


Touche. But still I love fantasy, books, and any type of good literature. So im attempting. But the key word is exactly that: attempting.


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Augustine Yuu wrote:

The Dan Hibiki wrote: I’m not gay I just like cocks

I’m not gay I just like semen

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