Category: Fictional Folklore
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The Scarecrow of Borrowed Faces
Isolde lived on a farm that was neighbour to an old, whistling field. How strange it seemed, that though the surrounding land grew lush and full of bloom, the field remained barren, untouched by the passing seasons, and utterly devoid of life. A lone figure sat at the field’s edge…
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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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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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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…