Fiction

White Herons

Three white herons winged silently over the sodden landscape. The rain had abated not 5 minutes ago, and a curious silence graced the land. Little remained to show that this had been a grassland a few weeks previously. A few soggy islands were all that attested to what used to be called hill country. Now, it didn’t seem like it would be called anything at all.

The birds seemed to be reveling  the return to the air after being grounded for weeks. The stretch of their wings, the lift of the breeze spoke volumes. Their strident calls carried beautifully across this new body of water, and they raced their reflections from one drowned hill to the next. Far in the distance, a huddled family stood upon their former hillock next to the roofless remains of their house, and watched in bewilderment as the birds enjoyed this new landscape.

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Fiction

An Old House

I came upon an old house in my travels. Made of stone and mortar, it was once a place to call home, a bastion against the world. Now though, it was a shadow of itself. The roof was gone, untold years before. Time and the elements had worked their slow decay on walls and doors, until it resembled what I saw before me now.

Walls collapsing or collapsed, doors and windows long turned to dust, it was a shadow of its former self. A tree now ruled this abode, branches pushing through windows, and the crown made a makeshift roof, where a real roof once kept the rain out. Arcane graffiti and voracious creepers now battled for control of the remaining walls. And ghosts, large and small, swooped and darted through the windows and doors, squeezed through the cracks, and glared at me possessively. As if I had come to take this ruined building from them.

As I took another slow step toward the sagging structure, a howl rose from innumerous incorporeal throats, and I thought better. These were sad creatures, I thought, but in large groups and turned to anger, they would make my life unpleasant. I turned away, leaving them to their sad and bedraggled memories.

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