Yami Shorts

  The Third Attempt Strena was finally fast asleep in a field in a sleeping bag. She had been dreaming for some time when she felt the presence of another mind in hers. She knew instantly that it was the witch. Then she soon looked back in her dream and saw her. She saw that she was walking towards her. She took a step back as age did not want her to get anywhere near her. Not after last time. In fact she did not want to hear a word of what she had to say for that matter. No. I have to go. If I don't, she'll only gain more ground in my mind. Plus either way I will have to deal with her. At least this way it will be on my terms. So she walked up to her. "Are you going to leave me alone?" She looked down at her and smiled. "No. I can not do that. You see, I want to torment that master of yours before he dies. So, as I can not enchant you to kill him, I will have to take direct control over you to do it." "No!" She shouted. She found her sword in he...

  The Second Attempt Strena found herself walking down corridors again. She could sense that there was something in these corridors. She also knew that three was something that she had to do. She was supposed to be there and she always was supposed to do what she was about to do. However she, in that moment, could not place a finger onto what that actually was. She reached the room, her parents room or the room she should have inherited. She suddenly felt like she was being watched as she walked in as silent as a mouse. No, even they were louder than her footsteps. She approached the bed where a man slept and killed him as quickly as she could, as silently as she could. She then walked out with just as little noise. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. It felt real and the grip was strong. She looked back to see that woman. "So…this is where you are going." She said, with a surprised tone. "What?" "You are going to kill that poor young man. In cold blood no do...

  The First Attempt Strena had been on the road for an entire year, during which she turned eleven. She did not know where she was traveling. Zaryb never told her. She hardly had any sleep, in fact every time she did sleep it was due to her passing out. Yet at the same time Zaryb seemed to do all he could to stop her from sleeping and whenever she woke from her moments of passing out he would always punch her and they would always walk on and she would miss meals due to walking on and on. This was how things were since she had dreamed of that strange woman. She had written all this in her diary,  yet she had been too tired to write anything down. She, aside from the times she passed out, found it almost impossible to sleep. She had recently started to hear whispering. She, at first, thought that it was Zaryb, until she saw that his mouth was closed. She also noticed that he was unresponsive to the whispering that told her that only she was hearing this. She questioned him ...

  The Crusted Clown The girl woke up at midnight. She slowly climbed onto her feet and looked around. She smiled a strange smile that had never been on those lips before. It was a sly and wide smile revealing her teeth. It became maddened and twisted, filled with cruelty and insanity. Even her eyes were filled with this strange mixture upon her fifteen year old face. She breathed in, almost like she was taking a breath for the first time. Even though the air was not fresh she did not care. She was glad that the headache was gone and the pain in her ears was gone too. In fact she felt relieved that there were no lingering effects from what happened a few, short hours ago. In fact, all was clear she knew what she was going to do. She walked up to the mirror. Closed her eyes and soon molten silver was at her feet. She walked on and looked around. "Where are you Morki?" She sang. She slowly walked down corridor after corridor and soon she walked with a strut. "So…that's ...

  Maze Of Mirrors When Melinda woke up, her vision was slightly blurry. Her eyes were cold and dry. All she could see was the white walls. She blinked and she rubbed her eyes as she felt her ears ring. She waited for her mind to focus and eyes to become wet before she climbed upon her feet. She then felt her soreness wear off. Where am I? She thought as she looked around. She saw that she was surrounded by white walls and noticed that there was no door around her. She looked up to see that there was a trap door high above her. She then looked at the ceiling and saw light and bright naked lightbulbs, going in a row. They all led to a row of mirrors. She knew that she had to get out of this place soon. She looked down to see what the time was. Eight o'clock. It's late. I need to get home as soon as I can. She looked around the room again. She knocked on the walls, looking for any hollow areas that she could break out. She could not quite explain why, but something told her to st...