Author: jasmineecer
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The Siren
The moon hung high over the sea as Elen wandered down to the sandy shore near the old lighthouse. The air was thick with salt, and from the far end of the beach came the faint murmur of voices from a group of men gathered in shadow. Elen walked barefoot,…
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Lilith and the Womb of Oaths
There once stood nestled at the foot of a lonesome mountain, a small yet peaceful village, hidden from the world beyond and wholly devoted to their local goddess Lilith; mother of wind, darkness and fertility. But Lilith was not to be worshipped lightly. Because though the villagers, naive in their…
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The Bloody Garden
Agnethe had borne the curse of age for many long winters, her weathered skin and aching bones warped beneath the weight of time. When she reached her eightieth winter, she ventured to the ancient tree at the forest’s edge, desperate to stir the mercy of the spirit that was said…
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Rusalka
In a village swallowed by marshlands and plagued with monstrous creatures that roamed the night, there lived a poor man and his wife, Myla. Though their world was bleak, treacherous, the two were happy, content in the one comfort that was their love for one another. But the husband, Damir,…
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The Boggart
Fifteen long years had passed since the incident, but it wasn’t until now that I had decided to speak out about it. “Would you like to tell me what happened?” The reporter’s gaze was hungry, predatory. To him, this was just another story. A fresh source of income. I let…
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Possession
An extract from a book I started to write I woke from a dream, a terrible dream, as the mark on my shoulder burned incessantly against my skin. My mind, numb from the possession, took a few moments to stir. When it did, I looked down at my hands, at…
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Wraiths; Souls of the Tormented
The porter halted at the threshold of the front door, setting my belongings down beside him with suspicion clouding his eyes. “I’ll go no farther.” He insisted tightly. I nodded. “Don’t worry. I can take it from here.” The porter shook his head, a grimace tugging his weathered face, “You…
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The Keres; Demons of the Battlefield
The air had grown thick, hot with the stench of death and fire that suffocated us all. The sun, red and swollen like the wounds that streaked my chest and arms, hung low in the sky, mocking me. A cry rang out through the clash of battle, close to me,…