Damian

She saw him come for her. She lay in bed with widening eyes and saw his shape fill the doorway, knife extended.

He knew he was in trouble the day he started seeing fairies in the garden.

She relaxed and the man blew more powder into her face, inducing a drugged sleep. Her mouth sagged open to reveal savage fangs, and Sniper shook his head. What the hell were these guys playing at?!

‘There’s something in the water,’ Bill mumbled, speaking through lips that were already swollen, along with the entire side of his face.

Her voice called to me in the night, musical and haunting; calling from beyond the crash of the surf.

‘You,’ Shadan said, glaring at her. ‘You’re the voice in my mind, prying into my thoughts.’
A small taste of where I’d gone with my NaNoWriMo story.

She was shrouded in shadow, yet he could see the outline of the sharp object she had brought with her from the kitchen.

She emerged from the dark and drifted to the surface. Her naked, pale skin was obscured by swirling blonde hair. She held his look, staring through the water with longing, and reached for his hand.

‘What the hell’s wrong with them?’ the Warden said, and the eight breathing prisoners backed further away.

The corridors were empty and they travelled unimpeded through the halls of the dead.

Despite death, his legs kicked again and he tore himself free of the ripping teeth that held him. He pulled his ruined arm back through the bars and gazed around the cell with unfocused eyes.

The lights in the sky did not die down, and the jail’s security staff clustered in the tower to watch the city burn.

My nails bit and I could feel my heart smashing painfully against my chest, while my face felt nothing.

The kids were coming. The sun hadn’t even set and he could see them filling the street, eager and excited, bouncing at the idea of bags of sugary sweets.

They came when the sun dropped away. Swarms of them, massing in the back yard and taking over my world.

“They don’t teach about Cthulhu in church, you idiot. It’s secret knowledge.”

“I thought I told you…!” he started, before being cut off.
“Shove it, goth lord. Have fun on your own.”

As he awoke the darkness remained.

Teals liked this planet. The locals were full of innovative ways to make a point.

‘Fight well, and may you survive to the dawn,’ the barman said with a nod.