The Bark-tenders

They came out only at night. As the first stars came out to prick holes in Mother Night's cloak and let her watch the slumbering world below, the bark-tenders stirred, staggered to their feet, and began their journey. Out they stepped from their tents...

, ,

Chapter 2: An Eerie Visitor

It's not often I rise with the sun, but today seems to be one of those days. Considering the amount of homework I left myself last night, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me; my subconscious holds me accountable better than any alarm could. I sit up...

, , , , , , , , , , ,

Hunting shadows P:2

Taking a few deep breaths, his eyes stopped their eerie green glow, and he lifted his paw. the beautiful black leather on the steering wheel was singed, his pawprints indented where he'd begun to accidently burn the wheel.

, , , ,

Prologue to The kings of Dust

If something could break into his head, then eerie forest glades were the least of his problems. he took another step. caleb's eyes widened.

, , , , ,

Silent Hill - Chapter 2

He could still hear the eerie grinding noise right behind them, growing closer and closer. "come on dragon, we need light! can you breathe fire again yet?"

, ,

Prologue..

An eerie, ominous time for me, and still i had a sensation. i'd realised this sensation was down to the humble feline asleep.

, , ,

The Wanderer: The Creation V2.0

The eerie smell of iron and rot filled the halls, and rooms with its heavy stain. if these walls could talk, they would speak of unspeakable horrors and bone-chilling monstrosities that had roamed these halls.

, , , , , , ,

Beau - Chapter Ten

It looked eerie, almost ethereal. i could still feel the pull of exhaustion around me. i yawned and turned to face the white throne. i noticed something behind it. another throne, except this one was done in black.

, , , , ,

Toni's Diary Entry #7 - The Universe vs. the Six-Inch Monster

The first part is eerie. the second part is downright horrifying and gruesome. the third part is hopeful, yet pessimistic. part 1 begins on a wheat farm. i'm inside my house, relaxing after a long, rough day.

, , , , , , , , ,

Poem: Moon's Prayer

Bright the stars unseen that worship above and the humans down below shall send you praise and gifts of love in hopes you shall never go the sun may be bright and cheery but you mysteriousness puts you ahead though at times you can be eerie

,