Twain Harte

As Taylor walked down the cold, dark, wet alleyway, she motioned to Kim and Charlie to get ready. Their hands moved frantically, trying to collaborate and come up with the best trap they could. Kim’s sturdy balance and pinpoint accuracy made it easy for her to bind the thin threads together and attach them to the top of the lamppost. Charlie just waited behind the big, wooden crates; her hands shivering and her body shaking with fear. They could both see Taylor as she inched her way forward, precisely placing her feet so that she would make no noise. The silence was unbearably loud, and all three girls felt very overwhelmed, but they had to go on. They had to move forward.

Kim’s wrists tucked in and out as she clawed through a piece of wire. Her face turning bright red as she began to panic and tried to move more quickly to keep up with the plan. She tried to whisper to Charlie, but the sound of her voice as it left her lips was too frighteningly piercing that she dropped her head and forgot about it. A shrill noise escaped her as she accidently stabbed through her skin with a needle. Her long, silky, black hair swung back and forth as she moved around in circles, trying to put together everything in her section.

Suddenly Charlie froze and stared at Taylor; her curly dark orange hair framing her bright blue eyes in a fierce way, as she tried to stay calm. A light flickered in a window nearby, and Charlie almost jumped into the alley. “Kim. Kim. Isn’t this town supposed to be abandoned?” Charlie flinched backwards and toppled over her chair, falling back and crushing her small fort. It only made a slight noise, but Taylor and Kim both stood still. Quickly, Charlie picked herself back up and lightly eased her way over to Kim. Both Taylor and Kim began to move again, but more slowly than before.

Just as Taylor made it to the fence at the end of the alleyway, Kim threw up a bright red flair. Taylor tried to shake her head at Kim but her gesture was lost within the sudden shining power that now flew above her. Taylor lightly stomped her foot and clenched her fist, biting her lip in frustration. Her dark brown hair hung down around her and, as she backed up into the chain-links, got it caught in the fence. After a moment of hesitation and a quick look around, she tugged her hair loose. Then, with her hazel eyes burning bright, she started to unhinge the gate.

Twain Harte


Santa Cruz, United States

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Artist's Description

I wasn’t really sure where I was going when I started this story, but now the idea is that there will end up being vampires in this abandoned town and that right now they are going to try and rescue a princess named Mali. Besides that I’m not very sure on the details, but this is all I’ve got so far.

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