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March 19, 2024
Fantasy Stories Wondering Monk

Just My Imagination

The alarm clock went off and started playing an awful tune. Tom opened his eyes and closed them back, squinting. He reopened one eye and stood up to stop the torture. The phone was on the desk, in the furthest spot from the bed. Although he changed his way of…
March 19, 2024
Science Fiction Stories Ocelotlzin

Earth Is Dead

Recording… It doesn't matter who I was; I probably lived a long time ago, and I am now just a voice someone added to the audio-visual records. What is essential is the recollection of events that lead to the current state. So, a little history needs to be…
March 08, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

Some Enchanted Evening

It was a rugby tackle with tears: Chrissy burst in, sobbing and babbling, hugging James. Her face was all wet, eyes wild. What…? My parents split up, Dad has moved in with his boyfriend and I cannot join them. I am shut out. I have lost my dad. Torrent of…
March 08, 2024
Horror Stories Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

In The Hands Of My Legs

The car pulled up in front of the large salon. The neon sign, that sexy broad thing, on the salon'sroof read "Mr. Gil's All-night Salon". The exhaust pipe of the car was pumping solid smoke, theswirls moving from the car and towards the salon.…
March 07, 2024
Mystery Stories Vanessa Leigh Giles

Casualty of Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Chapter 1 Until Death do us Part ‘Ring, ring!’. I answered the telephone and asked, “Hello, good evening. Who’s this? “Hello.” This is Dr. Smith from Red Cross hospital. “Is this Mr. Locke, John?”, he asked, hesitantly scratching his bald head. “Yes, doctor.…
March 07, 2024
Crime Stories Robert Pook

Bar Room Trigger

Another return journey on footpaths so familiar. He strides across each crack in each paving stone. Regular loose drain covers sidestepped. Mapping long ago mapped in Richard’s desolate mind. His pace hastened by the sight of the oncoming storm. Quickening…
March 04, 2024
Horror Stories Ano Chinemerem

Sanctity

Where should I begin? I could begin by telling you about this comely boy, whom every notable person around the streets agrees his smile could charm the bills off one. Between one smile, there was his goodness, his dreams and humanity—a little far ahead?— but…
March 04, 2024
Flash Fiction Emanuel Diaz

Et Mortui Partium

As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the…
February 29, 2024
Poetry Jing Li Ava

London

‘Am I in London?’ "I am." Where is Elizabeth? Happy living story All of your chapter Bounlance joy Please my heart Power hand Wise mind Our baby Vow vow Love all love Miss I miss Endless wonder Bring us together Love all love Miss I miss For everything My…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Rob Pook

Life Sentence of The Smith

Born nine months after his country won the World Cup.A child prodigy.Cast off at age twenty-four.Husband, father, emigree, away on the other side of the world.The blue-collar life.The dreams of success.The search for fulfillment.The long years of empty…
February 29, 2024
Mystery Stories Joshua Lowther

The Operator

Jason looked over to his right, his eyes barely able to focus themselves on the subject of his attention. His neck ached terribly from the strenuous movement. He was tired. The captain’s gaze came to rest on the rookie sonar operator sitting tense at his…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Salvatore Difalco

The Chute

At dusk, we left our unit with a soft pink bundle. I carried it through the wet streets and into the black woods. I said I’d take it all the way, the bundle, but that we had to drop it in together. My wife’s green eyes flashed. “Don’t make me do that.” I…

The newly fallen snow helped to make the tracking easier. Makula’s breath frosted in the cool midday air, his ice blue eyes peering intently into the hidden depths of the forest. Hunter’s blood ran through his veins, and the heart of a warrior beat in his breast. The thought of Lillus being taken by surprise and losing her life was reason enough for Makula’s intense readiness.

Makula paused in his tracking, his sharp eyes detecting a flicker of movement. Muscles tensed on his 175-pound frame ready to spring. Makula locked his gaze onto a section of scant foliage, as a female deer pushed through and froze in place. Innocent, soft, brown eyes met the cold hard eyes of the hunter. After a heartbeat, the doe bounded away kicking up tufts of snow. The deer would have provided much needed food for Makula’s tribe, but he did not pursue. This hunt was not for the tribe.

The hunter returned to tracking his prey, the trail leading him to an ice-choked river. The turbulent waters paralleled the inner turmoil Makula suffered. An area of packed snow and bones of small game indicated where his quarry had rested. Makula scoured the area, but could not find any tracks leading away from the site. The prey seemed to have vanished.

Makula’s sharp eyesight picked out a fluttering motion across the river. He picked his way across the ice, determined to find his prey. A sharp crack was the only warning the hunter received before the ice gave way. Makula plunged into the freezing water. He could feel the river flow tugging at him, pushing him downriver. Desperate the hunter clawed at the ice. The already weakened ice continued to give way beneath his frantic struggle. Chunks of broken, craggy, ice slammed into Makula, hampering his attempts to save himself. With a final surge of strength, born of desperation, the hunter hurled his body onto solid ice.

Makula lay panting heavily for a moment before he rose up on his unsteady legs, shook his sodden fur coat and continued to the river’s edge.

The need for rest was strong, but could not compete with the need for vengeance. Makula headed back upriver. The hunter returned to the location of his unexpected plunge into the icy river. On a broken branch, Makula found a piece of his prey’s pelt, beneath which the hunter located the tracks of his prey.

An easterly wind began, bringing with it a new snowfall. The hunter picked his way through the forest undergrowth, the memory of Lillus driving him forward. Occasionally, clumps of snow would shower down on Makula, as snow-laden boughs released their burdens. Makula followed the tracks to a stand of birch trees, the white bark a shade darker than the falling snow. At the base of one tree, the hunter spied a discoloration. Moving closer, his strong sense of smell picked out the sharp tangy odor of urine. A low growl sounded in the hunter’s throat. This was where his prey had marked its territory. Snarling, Makula marked the territory as his own and set off once again.

Makula noted the sky-brother's advance across the heavens and the lengthening shadows. Soon it would be time for the sky-sister to rise from her slumber, and cast her silvery radiance upon her realm. That would be his time for vengeance.

A roar interrupted the hunter's musings; like that made by the sky-father when angered. It was the roar of his prey. The roar Makula had heard before the slaying of his life-mate, Lillus. Makula knew to be cautious of the thunder-stick, but quickened his steps to a loping stride, eager for confrontation.

Makula loped through the mounting snow. His keen senses, honed from years of hunting, picked out movement ahead and to his left. Three strides took him to the area just as a winter-hare burst from beneath the scrub brush. The hare took no more than two hops, when powerful jaws exploded from beneath the snow, catching the hare within its sharp teeth, shattering the hare’s delicate bones.

Cautiously the hunter approached the still twitching form, alert and ready to strike out at any potential threat. Makula studied the carcass entrapped within the unmoving jaws, its warm blood cooling quickly in the snow. The hunter felt that no danger lingered and offered up a silent prayer to the Earth-Mother for her obvious gift and blessing.

The snows ceased to fall shortly after the shining sky-brother set down to rest. Overhead, the sky-sister appeared. Her silvery glow creating sparkling stars on the virgin snows. Off in the distant hills, Makula could hear his kindred offer praise up to the sky-sister. The hunter suppressed his urge to howl not wanting to alert his prey.

Makula resumed his tracking. Silently he padded through the snowdrifts, his yellow-gray fur blending easily among the night shadows. Above the hunter, a snow-owl glided in a silent dance, searching for prey of its own. Makula respected the nocturnal hunter and a kindred spirit.

The sky-sister marched across the heavens, illuminating the forest below. Makula’s olfactory sense detected the odor of burning wood long before he witnessed the flames. Rounding a hillock, Makula spotted the glowing flames within a copse of stunted fir trees. Finally, the hunter neared the end of his quest.

Once again, Makula resisted the urge to howl at the moon. With his ears laid back flat against his skull, Makula slinked forward, his body stretched full out in the snow. Makula could feel his hunter’s blood rising to the fore and his warrior’s heart swelling with determination.

Silently, the hunter crept between the trees, blending in with the night. There, sat his prey, before Makula; the slayer of his life-mate, Lillus. The hunter waited, studying his prey. Sensing no other life in the area, Makula prepared for his attack.

Rising up, Makula ran towards his quarry. As he began a well-timed leap, the snow beneath the hunter’s front paws gave way, tumbling Makula into a pit. The hunter could not stifle a yelp of surprise and pain, as he struck the pits bottom.

As Makula shook away the shock, he heard his prey moving closer. Makula could feel his prey’s glare upon him. Looking up, the hunter stared into the eyes of his prey, and knew that he faced a superior hunter. Makula knew that hunter’s blood flowed through the veins of his quarry, he knew also that it was a warrior’s heart that beat within his quarry’s breast. He knew also that he could not match the cruelty he saw in his quarry’s eyes.

Makula let out a howl of despair and looked into the mouth of the thunder-stick. His quest failed, his vengeance lost, his pride shattered. Before the thunder-stick could roar, an answering howl was heard, followed by another and then another. Soon, the woods were filled with the howls of Makula’s tribe.

The thunder-stick roared, and Makula flinched, but felt no pain. Above him, he watched , as several of his blood brothers leapt and took down the cruel hunter.

Coiled sinew and determination lifted Makula out of the pit. Before him lay his prey,battered and torn, but alive. The hunter watched his prey struggle clumsily to his feet. Makula snarled and took his vengeance.

Bio

Thomas James is an aspiring writer with interests in Web Design, Art, Weight Training, Fitness Instruction and Horror stories, novels and movies. His favorite and inspirational authors are H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Brian Lumley and Stephen King, and on occasion Shakespeare which he finds truly scary.

Thomas James currently resides year-round in Monmouth County, New Jersey, mostly because he cannot afford to move to Hawaii.

You can download his book "Of Pagan gods and Other Tales" from http://www.barnesandnoble.com/

 

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