The town of Flarant is abandoned to its
fate, year after year.
Year after year the people of Flarant lose
their children to the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They cannot flee.
They are beyond all hope.
And then a stranger enters the town in the
days leading up to the event. This year, there is difference in the air. This
year, the children are not alone.
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Die dorp Flarant
word jaar na jaar aan sy lot oorgelaat.
Jaar na jaar
verloor die mense van Flarant hul kinders aan die spoke en monsters op
Allerheilige aand. Hulle kan nie vlug nie. Hulle is sonder alle hoop.
En dan kom 'n
vreemdeling die dorp binne in die dae wat lei tot die gebeurtenis.
Vanjaar is daar
'n verskil in die atmosfeer.
Vanjaar is die
kinders nie alleen nie.
Happy Halloween!
🎃😈👻💀🎃
The town of Flarant
is abandoned to its fate, year after year. Year after year the people of
Flarant lose their children to the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They
cannot flee. They are beyond all hope. And then a stranger enters the town in
the days leading up to the event. This year, there is difference in the air.
This year, the children are not alone.
🎃👻🎃
#halloween
#shortstory #trickortreat #ghosts #ghouls #WhoWillSaveThem #mustread
#BestHalloweenStoryEver
A short excerpt (a short story, after all!).
The town of Flarant is abandoned to its fate, year after
year.
Year after year the people of Flarant lose their children to
the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They cannot flee. They are beyond all
hope.
And then a stranger enters the town in the days leading up
to the event. This year, there is difference in the air. This year, the
children are not alone.
HALLOWEEN. All Hallows Eve.
Some call it a pagan
festival. Others know it as an evil feast. Time and technology have not yet
forced it into the recesses of memory and myth. Some see it as a carnival of
fun. Others regard it as the worst manipulation humankind has confronted and
continues to face. Relegate it to the past, bury it in layers of legend and let
us be done, they say … and are ignored.
This is the greatest
night of all dark nights for the dead.
On this one night the
lifeless are awake and aware after waiting in impatience and agitation too many
forgotten nights, again to stalk the innocent and unwary, a nocturnal forage of
feasting on souls after spilling fresh, warm blood.
They will not surrender
to memory and myth.
Dark, starlit, and
moonless are the heavens, the wind ghostly in towering leafless and gnarled
trees. It is cold and fog swirls as apparitions. In mist-ridden shadows death
appears once more.
Tree limbs are like old
women's spectral fingers reaching out to anyone who happens to pass, anyone
creeping along the path of blood and gore on this night, hoping to remain
unnoticed, unseen. There is no hope.
Children out
trick-a-treating are snatched by black-cloaked figures and what is left to
remind their parents of terrible tragedy are fear-ridden, hollow screams, and wicked
cackles from the shadows.
Children are sacrificed
as living victims to the gods, gods who enjoy the spilling of guts over paths
while fire dances its erratic rhythm around sacrificial altars. Gods with names
from ancient, mythical times. Their names should be scrapped from every record,
and yet even a whisper of a name keeps them alive.
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So, in the last week or so since my last post I have listened to most of Dreamer Stones (still a few chapters to go) and also Echolone Mine, which is now approved, and I must say, it's excellent. Seriously awesome! Can't wait for it to go live to share links and excerpts!
Also, the Italian translation for Feast Night has been approved and published. Will post links when they are available.
Hello, everyone! Let me start with saying I'm sorry it has been quiet here. I have missed posting with regularity, but there have been good reasons :) Those reasons form part of the update as stated in the title. Firstly, four new translations, two of which are now complete and published (still waiting on Amazon, though), two of which are in final stages.
Tomorrow she will go on with her life …
It’s a hot day in Cape Town but a woman holds the vigil at a
window overlooking the beach. She has repeatedly dreamed of a sailing boat, a
lost soul perhaps, entering upon silver streaks on the water. Is this merely
dreaming or, as she believes, a vision?
She will watch, she will give it this one day and night, and then go
on with her life, and waiting with her is Barney, her beloved dog, and Fantasy,
her snooty cat. Man, a girl and her fur babies get hungry while waiting for
something to happen, and yet her instincts keep her there … watching … waiting
…
Lattice 3 from Latticework: 14 Lattices from Space and Time
The town of Flarant is abandoned to its fate, year after
year.
Year after year the people of Flarant lose their children to
the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They cannot flee. They are beyond all
hope.
And then a stranger enters the town in the days leading up
to the event. This year, there is difference in the air. This year, the
children are not alone.
Lattice 11 from Latticework: 14 Lattices from Space and Time
Both reads coming in audio also
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