Flash Fiction
Welp, I don't usually post original stuff, and I will be moving drabbles over here eventually, but for now how about some flash fiction? I did it for my college fiction class and had some fun with it. It's a quick read!
Snow fluttered to the ground, softly descending from the black night as if Heaven were scattering ivory petals across the lands. The full moon had finally reached its zenith, its silver radiance illuminating the blanketed lands below. Peace settled itself over the snow-covered garden, encasing the dying plants and broken concrete in a layer of serenity, untouched by man. The earth seemed as if it were waiting, holding its breath for the dawn that lingered in the distance – a new age, era, life.
That was when she came, a quiet interruption to the still world. Around her the wind sighed, howling through the iron bars of the garden as if trying to ward her away. She never would have approached the dilapidated garden under normal circumstances, but the night was cold, the frost biting into the pale skin her coat could not cover. All she desired was a reprieve from the snow—the warmth that awaited her at home.
“Excuse me,” a man said. His voice was strong against the wind and the snow, slicing through the cold like hot coals.
The words caused her to jump and nearly drop the book she cradled in her arms. Like a cornered animal she did not move, her hands clutching the book to her chest as if desperately holding on to life itself. There was no shelter there, only dead plants and cracked stone; there was no reason for anyone one to be there, not at that late hour or any other.
“Yes?” She stammered in answer, her young voice nearly swallowed by the hissing wind.
“You seem lost,” he stated, still only a voice in the night. “Can I help you find your way?”
To her left came the crunching sound of snow settling beneath weight and she turned quickly toward him. A yard away he stood, shadowed beneath a dead tree, his tattered coat dancing around his slender form. For a moment it seemed as if his eyes flashed gold and black to challenge the white night. He grinned, his dark hair mussed, falling into his eyes.
When he looked at her there was a spark of interest in his eyes, a sign of life. The draw was too great, her innocence tantalizing--the attraction inevitable. He had been waiting for this moment, this underhanded act of revenge, longer than any other.
“I’m... not lost,” she said after a moment, finding she could not look away from him. “I can find my way.”
“Can you?” He ventured, carefully watching her for any sign that she might run. “You seem unwell. Are you afraid?”
“Yes,” she admitted after a moment of hesitation.
“I see,” he mused, slowly circling closer to her as if she were his prey. “How unfortunate.”
Silently she nodded, never taking her eyes from the shadow of a man that slithered around her. Perhaps she was not as frightened as she should have been by this figure in the night. She did not run, did not bolt as intuition pleaded, as if she were a willing captive in his trap.
“This world,” he continued, “is uncertain.”
“Yes,” she agreed again, as if mesmerized--spellbound.
From behind her he grinned, dark and devilish. She was making it too easy. “But I can offer you everything that you have ever desired – knowledge, power, love.” With a comforting expression he moved around her side, held his hand out to her. “What is your name?”
For a long moment she peered through the darkness at him. When she looked at him she found that she could not doubt him—could not be frightened or suspicious. She believed his words and fell easily to the seduction. Without a moment more of hesitation she reached out, letting her book fall to the ground as she laid her hand in his. “Eve.”
“Well then, Eve,” he said as he pulled her closer to him, out of the moonlight – the snow, the uncertainty – and into the darkness. “You may call me Sin.”
/sliiiiides back out
Snow fluttered to the ground, softly descending from the black night as if Heaven were scattering ivory petals across the lands. The full moon had finally reached its zenith, its silver radiance illuminating the blanketed lands below. Peace settled itself over the snow-covered garden, encasing the dying plants and broken concrete in a layer of serenity, untouched by man. The earth seemed as if it were waiting, holding its breath for the dawn that lingered in the distance – a new age, era, life.
That was when she came, a quiet interruption to the still world. Around her the wind sighed, howling through the iron bars of the garden as if trying to ward her away. She never would have approached the dilapidated garden under normal circumstances, but the night was cold, the frost biting into the pale skin her coat could not cover. All she desired was a reprieve from the snow—the warmth that awaited her at home.
“Excuse me,” a man said. His voice was strong against the wind and the snow, slicing through the cold like hot coals.
The words caused her to jump and nearly drop the book she cradled in her arms. Like a cornered animal she did not move, her hands clutching the book to her chest as if desperately holding on to life itself. There was no shelter there, only dead plants and cracked stone; there was no reason for anyone one to be there, not at that late hour or any other.
“Yes?” She stammered in answer, her young voice nearly swallowed by the hissing wind.
“You seem lost,” he stated, still only a voice in the night. “Can I help you find your way?”
To her left came the crunching sound of snow settling beneath weight and she turned quickly toward him. A yard away he stood, shadowed beneath a dead tree, his tattered coat dancing around his slender form. For a moment it seemed as if his eyes flashed gold and black to challenge the white night. He grinned, his dark hair mussed, falling into his eyes.
When he looked at her there was a spark of interest in his eyes, a sign of life. The draw was too great, her innocence tantalizing--the attraction inevitable. He had been waiting for this moment, this underhanded act of revenge, longer than any other.
“I’m... not lost,” she said after a moment, finding she could not look away from him. “I can find my way.”
“Can you?” He ventured, carefully watching her for any sign that she might run. “You seem unwell. Are you afraid?”
“Yes,” she admitted after a moment of hesitation.
“I see,” he mused, slowly circling closer to her as if she were his prey. “How unfortunate.”
Silently she nodded, never taking her eyes from the shadow of a man that slithered around her. Perhaps she was not as frightened as she should have been by this figure in the night. She did not run, did not bolt as intuition pleaded, as if she were a willing captive in his trap.
“This world,” he continued, “is uncertain.”
“Yes,” she agreed again, as if mesmerized--spellbound.
From behind her he grinned, dark and devilish. She was making it too easy. “But I can offer you everything that you have ever desired – knowledge, power, love.” With a comforting expression he moved around her side, held his hand out to her. “What is your name?”
For a long moment she peered through the darkness at him. When she looked at him she found that she could not doubt him—could not be frightened or suspicious. She believed his words and fell easily to the seduction. Without a moment more of hesitation she reached out, letting her book fall to the ground as she laid her hand in his. “Eve.”
“Well then, Eve,” he said as he pulled her closer to him, out of the moonlight – the snow, the uncertainty – and into the darkness. “You may call me Sin.”
/sliiiiides back out
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