Stories by Story Keeper
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Each story is continued on my Wattpad account, except for the novels.
The Coffee Shop
February 28, 2020
The smell of freshly-brewed coffee was calming. It let Henry think, or allowed him to relax after a rough day. The fresh, hot mug of caffeine warming his fingers in the winter and the sound of a crackling fireplace provided him with a peaceful and productive environment.
The small table he occupied was in a corner, far away from the door, and next to the fireplace. A warm mug of peppermint hot chocolate sat in front of him, a chocolate muffin next to it on a napkin. A leather-bound sketchbook was trapped underneath his hand, ready to be used to capture another beauty.
The contents of that sketchbook were private to him and him alone. The secrets that the black, leather-bound book held were far too cruel and gory for normal people. And if those secrets were to be revealed, catastrophe would follow. So, the drawings stayed hidden, the rest of the world shielded from their effects...
Blood Lightning
August 1, 2020
Her delicate footprints paved a path in the charcoal dust layer, weaving a story. A tale of love, of pain, of grief. Every step Jane took in the ancient home, stepping where she stepped, the story played out in her mind. Her vision flashed between a full house and the rotting wood, between an elegant party and the dust, between the dress she wore, in a body that didn't belong to her and her jeans and sneakers, in her own body.
"Miss Elizabeth Homer, what an honor." Jane looked behind her, the house restored, the party in full swing, and a handsome man with deep, chocolate brown eyes, black hair, and a thin scar that marred his otherwise beautiful features.
"Sir Michael Cormack, I did not expect to see you here. I thought you were on your safari in the Floating Forest of Fillesemn." A soft, melodious voice filled the space between her and Michael as she turned to face the man...
Even Fire Can Freeze
August 6, 2020
It was raining ash as Lysander walked slowly down the corridor. His footprints left behind smoking prints. His young eyes took in destruction around him; destruction he caused. He passed room after blazing room where the other kids slept, some rooms filled with screams of terrified children. But, he didn't stop to help them.
Instead, he let them burn; their previous actions against him being returned at last. Their shrieks and cries and whimpers were a beautiful symphony to his ears. Their pain brought a smile to his lips; a grin so twisted, it didn't belong on the face of a five year old.
Lysander stepped around the corner, when people in snow-white lab coats were frantically running around, trying to find a way to stop him. As if they could. There was no stopping him. He was untouchable, a living, breathing flame ready to burn everything in his path...
The Mark of the Voices
Unknown
“I’ve been hearing voices,” Madison, a young girl, at the age of eight, sat in the armchair that was two sizes too large for her. “They keep telling me to... run and hide.”
Her uncle Jim, A.K.A Dr. Stevenson, who was across from her, looked up from his clipboard and placed his pen down on the little side table next to him.
“You too?” he whispered. Madison stared at him, confusion on her face.
“Show me your hand,” he gently demanded. Madison was hesitant, but once she saw the Mark on Jim’s hand, she scrambled to him, hastily pulling off the thin white glove that resided on her left hand. A simple mark, matching his own, adorned the top of her hand.
“Madison, under no circumstances are you to show this to anyone except me, Uncle Andrew, Mama, and Dad,” he insisted, nothing but seriousness on his face, lacing his tone.
She nodded, “I promise.”
Jim opened his mouth, “Good.”
He was about to ask another question, but he was cut off by a ding from his phone. He glanced at it, and his eyes widened as his face lost a few shades of color...
Please enjoy these few sneak-peek stories and read the other if you're interested...
"Use whatever comes to mind and create a universe from that."
Story Keeper
