Bloody Tales

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me. Critique and Feedback: I acknowledge that my writing may not be flawless. Writing is an evolving journey, and I am fully aware that constructive criticism is a vital part of this process. I welcome insights and feedback from readers, as they provide invaluable perspectives that can help me grow as a writer. However, I kindly request that any feedback remain respectful and considerate. It is essential to foster an environment where all voices can

The journey to my grandmother's town was approximately two hours from the city. The town was located on the outskirts of the city, the woods served as a covering for it, it was like it didn't want to be found. The dusty, dirty road seemed like an endless game. It was just going on and on and on. As we got closer, I saw a clearing, a big board stood prominently at the entrance with two wooden doors. Thick branches intertwined with raindrops decorated the doors. Dead leaves splattered all over the entrance. It was silent, terrifically silent. There were no movements, no voices, it was as if the town was dead. Suddenly the car jerked forward, throwing us into the air. "What's happening, Mom?!" I shouted, my face flustered from the impact of the fall. "They can't go further," She replied. "Who are the 'they'?" I asked, confusion evident on my face. "The movers." She said. She opened her car door, signaling for me to stay in, I shook my head. She sauntered over to the truc

"Wow," I said in awe as I stared at the enormous library, it was an ancient building. It didn't look like anything I had envisioned, I had expected weed-dominated walls with cracks in their pillars, a scary statue of the Owlignus, and some terrifying effects. Everything wasn't as it seemed from the other side of the town, the weather outside the town was cold and unforgiving, and the weather inside was warm and calm. Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she

I clutched my backpack tightly to my chest, I needed the assurance that I wasn't the only one making it into Town High. Yep. The school's name was Town High. The building was probably built when the humans wandered there. It was old, as expected, but it was also falling apart. It stood prominently behind the library, exuding a thousand years of great teachings. Funny how it looked older than the library. Could it be that there was some secret stuff or maybe magic — protecting the library? After all, the Owlignuses were ancient witches. "Woah, it's a new girl!" "She's so pretty," "And Heather thinks she's the prettiest, duh," A girl of my age scoffed. I breathed deeply as I entered the school hall. I walked down the corridor with high self-esteem, ignoring the loud whispers and scoffs. It didn't make any difference to me, I was quite popular in my previous school. The only thing that made a difference was when one wonky boy pointed out the obvious, and soon, new murmur

"Miss Deborah Waters, will you come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself?" The teacher repeated. "Sure ma'am." I managed to say. I strolled to the front of the class, and as usual, I brushed off the stares as I stood infront of them. I exhaled slowly, "Hi everyone, I'm Deborah Waters. If you have any questions, shoot!" I looked at each one of them in their eyes expectantly. "Where are you from?" Said a voice from the back of the class. "New York City," I replied. "Why is your hair different?" Said another. "Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes," "Is Ella Hathaway your mama?" "Yes," I said. "You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips. "Do you plan to overthrow Heather?" What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned. She continued, "If yes, I