Unfinished Stories

I have not been updating this blog lately 😅 I have been busy with a lot of workouts and writing! Here are some unfinished stories of mine:

The Orphanage of West Way

We sit at the long, oak table gazing at the shiny polish. Our repasts are destined to be bread and mash, although the — could possibly spare some soup on the side as well…

Girls surround me in every direction, their faces planted with ghastly stares. Cold lips and glistening eyes are composed in their lifeless faces. 

Glancing at the oak table, I reverie my parents. 

“Where did they go?” I wonder. What did I do?” Why did-.”

My thoughts seize their release as our repasts arrive. I reveal the dish. pulling off the cover to reveal, yet again, the familiar mash and bread. 

The bread’s texture fails to be consumed, it’s hard, crusty and sour taste resulting. The math could have mistakenly identified as liquid, its runniness probably caused by an accidental dosage of water. 

The Door

Genre: Horror/Mystery

Prologue

We stare at the door in front of us. I can sense the ominous gesture it makes from just a few feet. 

“Shall we enter?” Max questions. 

We look bearfully at the door, feeling frantic. But I, I was the only one opposed. 

“We shall.”

Chapter 1: Ruby

“How was school?” asked Francis. 

I pear at Francis. Her frames glint in the sunlight. Behind the glint, I can see her light hazel eyes filled with…fear? I sense the conversation will conclude divergently…

“Fine,” I play along. “How about you guys?”

Francis and I turn our sight to Rick and Kai. They catch our movement momentarily before turning back to their phones. 

“Good,” Kai mumbles. Rick follows, saying, “Better than ever!” sarcastically. 

We approach Francis’s house until we can near no longer. She lingers and slows her walking, falling behind our queue. 

“Hurry up, Francis,”  I rush, somewhat jokingly. 

“Coming,” she says, unwillingly. 

She finally enters the capacity of her front porch and waves to dismiss us. Before she can turn back, I see her eyes go wide and her mouth clench. 

“What’s going on, Francis?” Kai asks, frantically. 

We all notice her freeze as she turns to face us. 

“Nothing,” she says with a forced smile. “I’ll see you guys-”

“We know something is up, Fran,” I announce, concerned. “Just tell us.”

Kai and Rick nod supportively. 

She rubs her neck. “I don’t you guys getting dragged into this.”

The Day of a life of a Moonlark

Moonlarks are uncommon species of birds that are laid on oceans. The tide takes the eggs away from the shore, leaving baby moonlarks to fend on their own. However,  a parent is constantly on the lookout for the safety of the bird and sings melodies of guidance for reassurance. 

Comes from: KOTLC (Keepers of the Lost Things) by Shannon Messenger

I wake up in recall of my birth. Cool liquid surrounds me, acting as my only foundation. I scavenge for my mother, but no sound nor sight is to be heard or seen. I panic. 

“Where is everyone?” I wonder. 

Finally, I see an outline of another Moonlark. 

“Mother?” I call. 

The creature heads toward me, coming nearer by every step. The bird fails to understand my call and ignores my response.

I swerve slightly back.  The Moonlark laughs at my cowardness. 

Sorry, this story needs a bit of an edit 😅

I hope you enjoy reading my stories. I will try to update this blog more. Have a great day! 😊