Solitude Block Tales Novels & Stories

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

Having thought about the commotion going on in my abdomen I held my stomach so tight in hopes that it was gonna stop my ranging intestines which were clamoring for food. Many hours had passed since I last saw Violet and the young man. I looked out of the window and realized that it was long gone since the sun left the surface of the sky Suddenly, I heard footsteps after another hour of uncertainty and loneliness. I strained my eyes to see who was, and as the sound of the footsteps got closer I saw it was the man who was with Violet. “Take this. Free yourself!” He commanded “ I have better needs for you in the future,” he said as he threw a small knife towards me.

The cave's icy chill pierced my skin banishing sleep to a distant realm. Time elusive and intangible seemed suspended in this shadowy abyss. Around me fireflies flickered their glow a solitary beacon in the darkness. With the arrival of morning a whisper broke my silence though daylight never reached this subterranean world. An ominous wolf a creature more shadow than flesh stood before me. It grinned wickedly declaring the start of its malevolent game. "Today decides your fate" it taunted sending a wave of fear through me.

"Jealousy is a really bad thing and being jealous of your friend is the worst thing that one can do." Looking at the stranger who had started talking to her out of nowhere, she frowned. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" "I am sorry but did you say something?" Taking the two beer bottles from the bartender's hand, he replied, "If you were the one who is jealous of her friend then yes—" Offering her a bottle, he added, "I think I was talking to you." "I already ordered mine.” Raising her brows at him, she charged him. “What makes you feel that I am jealous of my best friend? How can you say that without even knowing who I am?”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

My caution and his impetuosity often clashed, the eternal struggle between foraging and hunting, a rivalry that simmered beneath the surface. With Cali nestled into her bed, I embarked on the cherished ritual of reading her a folktale. The soft touch of her lips against my forehead served as a bittersweet reminder of my unspoken concern. Returning the gesture, I lovingly draped the covers crafted from the pelt of a wolf—my father's triumphant trophy—over her slight form.

The space was cramped—barely enough room to breathe—but that only made it hotter. Mara kept her eyes fixed on the projector screen where a grainy black-and-white photo of Sylvia Plath stared back at the room. She tried to look attentive. Normal. Bored, even. Under the desk, Sage was anything but bored. She had already tugged Mara’s leggings and black cotton boyshorts down just far enough—mid-thigh—so the fabric bunched at her knees like shackles. Mara’s pussy was exposed, already slick from the anticipation that had been building since Sage texted her at 8:47: