SOTA Horror Fiction

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    "The Man in the Kobold Dwelling"

    As the Avatar approached the odd looking man, the smell of animals and rot filled his nostrils.
    The sun above was a fiery eye, its stare a blazing inferno causing copious beads of sweat to materialize and run down his face in a torrent. Each drip instantly engulfed by dry earth.

    Thermal waves emanated from the metal buildings and fencing around him and all was still save for the melodic turning of the windmill powered generators and a crow at the far side of the compound that picked at a bloodied carcass. Even at this distance the Avatar could hear the crow feasting, it's beak pecking and tearing at exposed innards.

    Upon hearing the Avatar's approach the odd looking man held up a hand and beckoned him forward.

    Sskkk. tsssk.. hello friend..sssskkk," the man drawled.

    Bringing clenched fist to mouth, the Avatar cringed at the site of what stood before him. He now saw that the odd looking man was actually a kobold that had the likeness of a Human man draped across its face. The human visage appeared to be tied on with leather string, like a carnival mask. As the kobold began to speak, his tongue flicked wildly behind rows of jagged teeth.

    "Ah, I see you like my face...tsssk", he chortled. The kobold turned his head left and right allowing the Avatar to appreciate the entirety of his Human mask.

    As the Avatar slowly began to back away, laughter pulled his gaze near where the crow ripped at tattered flesh and vein. A trio of bodies lay sprawled on the hardened earth. One of the bodies was large and the other two were small. Two kobold younglings with clawed hands embraced gleefully dance around them, and upon their faces they wore masks of their own; with the likeness of human children.
     
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    "The Battle"

    The minutes blurred into hours and the hours into days as the Avatar dodged and countered. His hands weakly held onto the wand as he flicked his hand wildly like a dying composer conducting his last symphony.
    Just a little longer. Hold. Hold.


    The avatar was near exhaustion. His reserves nearly spent. All the experience he had accumulated over the years was called into action as he fought, drawing every hidden ounce of power and bending it to his will.


    At last the Cabalist, who had towered over him and caused his near exhaustion was defeated.
    Looting his foes body, the avatar stood in horror. There, on the ground, lay a single gem, a single black pearl, and a rusted fork.

    The avatar was haunted by that fork for the rest of his days.(1)


    (1)The avatar scoffed that his kill warranted such a meager prize and while doing so realized that if he were to kill his foe 1000 times, he would make out okay.
     
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    “Harvest Night”

    A dull hum was all he heard, and what he saw was a fiery sky.


    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.


    The sky was painted with brush strokes of orange and red and brown. Leaves of the same color fell all around him, and he danced as they did.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.

    He saw his father’s hands, blistered and raw. He saw his mother's apron, tattered and stained. He saw the local magistrate bray and scorn, and he saw the local boys and girls laugh and mock.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.

    He saw the tall grass swaying in the wind. He saw the shadows of the windmills walking across the ridge. He felt the House on the Hill scream as it lay still.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.

    He saw the sun dip down. He saw the darkness swallow everything around. He walked toward the House as if bound.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.

    He stood before the mold soaked door. He pressed damp wood with trembling hands. He stood on a threshold staring into an infinite dark.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.

    He froze. A voice in the void whispered, but Wilhelm could not hear because he was deaf.

    He cried out. He knew it called out for them, but they could not hear because he was mute.

    He watched as the local boys and girls moved past him. They entered the darkness and were never heard from again.

    Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see.


    A dull hum was all he heard, and what he saw was a fiery sky.
     
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    "Arrow Black"

    The boy died on a Tuesday.
    The arrow that pierced his skull was fletched on a Wednesday but this was of no importance to anyone other than Rolf.

    Rolf stared at his breakfast. Two eggs, a slice of bread, and a glass of Ardoran orange juice.
    The eggs were runny, the bread stale, and the orange juice acidic.
    The same breakfast Rolf had eaten since being stationed here; 127 days and counting.

    127 days.
    127 nights in this god forsaken city.

    Rolf sat in the guard tower, hen feathers in right hand and wood shaft in his right as he skillfully assembled his object of destruction.
    In his minds eye he saw Tanya's boy, Thomas Cumpston, and he shuddered as he imagined the light in the boy being snuffed out.

    Rolf put the arrow down and clenched his hands. Closed fists, open fists, closed fists.

    He dipped fingers into a small bowl of ashen paste and spread it along the shaft of the arrow he had just created.
    The bolt blackened.
    Rolf became darker.

    The iron head of the Black Arrow glistened in the early morning light. It’s target, a young Thomas Cumpston gleefully strode across the square.

    Rolf loosed the arrow.
     
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