Category Archives: Ghost stories

My rendition of “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe. Once beneath the moonlight bleary, whilst I scouted, quick and wary, Over many a round and sweeping hill along the valley floor— Whilst I prodded, bushes grasping, suddenly there came a … Continue reading →

Life had felt different for Rowan ever since her return from the Necropolis. Life itself hadn’t changed much; she still missed Komala terribly, and her little brother still annoyed her, but the feel had changed. Johnny told her that’s what … Continue reading →

Talk to the people of any town or village, anywhere, in the world, and someone will be able to tell you an urban legend or folk tale. They say that every place has its ghosts, and Peter was not one … Continue reading →

How beautiful the darkness that dances Shadows lost in gyration To the beats low and sombre How gorgeous the darkness Bodies writhing in the night A tune deep and rhythmic How beautiful the darkness dances Welcoming and embracing the night

**Continued from Part IX** “‘She’…” Rowan repeated as they came to another staircase.  “But our… Our… I don’t want to say ‘soul,’ but whatever it is, it isn’t gendered is it?” “No,” he told her as he gazed down the … Continue reading →

**Continued from Part VIII** The Necropolis was the most crowded city Rowan had ever been in.  Had it been a painting, the artist would have had to use their smallest brushes to painstakingly assemble each bit of black, gray, indigo, … Continue reading →

**Continued from Part VII** There were two armored guards standing just outside the gates. They were tall, taller even than Peter, which seemed pretty rare. Their faces were hidden in the shadows of their helmets, and all that she could … Continue reading →