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B.R Wilson

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B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #274

The man with many faces stood before the decrepit shrine holding a bag of human bones, a rotting corpse of a fawn, and a branch from the oldest tree.He had come to summon a demon that had been told of in legend. A child's tale to most, but to the scribes of Lytharius, they were all but fact. He had walked the 1,000 steps and through the harsh tundra only to see a grey stone door crumbling beneath the Imber Mountain. The lanterns that pushed up from the dead ground still burned and danced on the frozen soil. The man knew a demon was here...

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The Shadow Man

B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #273

The mind can be a dark and twisted place where shadows can take on a life of their own. I was being followed by death, and death showed itself as shadows. On this particular night, those shadows stretched longer, slipping into cracks and crevices of bark and earth like a cockroach scuttling for refuge. Among the encroaching gloom and obscure shapes was a man waiting and watching, and though I couldn’t see him from the heavy dusk, I knew his eyes were glued to me, glued to my house. He had been following me for some time, and I knew he...

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A Growing Hunger

B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #272

I don't remember how I died, but I remember the gnawing cold. A cold deeper than my bones that cut right into my soul. I was no longer myself when I awoke. I was only a husk of a man, something else entirely. The fire roared in the hearth. It was casting shadows on the wall that danced with a chaotic rhythm. No matter how intense the flame grew, I couldn’t shake off the intensity that took over my body. My blood turned to ice, but my hunger grew like that flame, and just like the fire, it was all-consuming. I had tried to hunt, but that was ...

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