Star Child (part 7)
A place to grow. A moist, dank cave to wait for nightfall.
To say the place was nowhere was an understatement. A bare 200 souls, huddled on the edge of a great forest.
10 taken the first night. In her cave she strips skin from flesh, gnaws flesh from bone.
People rose as always. If a few seemed to be absent, that was someone else’s problem.
From skin and bone, she weaves servants for her harvest.
By dawn, the population had halved. The survivors cowered against the coming night.
By night, her monsters come. By day, she feeds.
She grows.
- Category: Horror, Chillers & Ghost Stories
- Tags: Star Child, Lovecraftian
5 comments add one below
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
More star child stuff - let me know if you think it's time to move on.
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Richard Charles Davidson over 9 years ago
Keep it up! Great & interesting.
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks, will try to think of some more.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Good to hear. I certainly don't think that this excellent series has run the course yet.
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks - honestly, I'm thinking it's tricky to escalate the tension from 200 eaten in 3 nights and an army of monsters though, so may have to wrap it up soon. As always, you'll all know when I know myself.
