A guy I knew had recently converted an old church into a living space. After giving me a tour of the place, we ended up in the old bell tower.
“I found this area was very cold in winter, so I decided on getting some insulation installed, so now there are Pink Batts lining all the walls here which helps keep this place snug and warm.” he commented.
“So you’ve got Batts in the belfry then.” I replied and we both laughed.
“Very witty. By the way I’m actually a vampire.” he unexpectedly announced. He opened his mouth revealing his fangs.
Due to his excellent soundproofing, my screams were not heard.
Pink Batts are a brand of insulation here. I have no idea if they’re also available in other countries.
This was written with the prompt Day 3 – Bats in the Belfry provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
Lucy dreamed she was lost in a dark forest and chasing her were these tall creatures with long nails as keen as razor blades, and when they grimaced at her their teeth were serrated and ended with a sharp point. They surrounded her in the blackness. Monsters in the dark.
Lucy awoke, but instead of waking in her familiar bed, she found she was still in the forest.
“I must be still dreaming.” she told herself as she realised she had been trapped by these things. One of them laughed. It was a noise that set her on edge like fingernails on a blackboard.
“Yes you were dreaming, and now you’ve woken up in our world.” the one that laughed replied as it approached her licking it’s lips with it’s extended tongue.
This was written with the prompt Day 1 – Monsters in the Dark provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
It had been a busy day for farm chores, Cindy thought. Aside from doing the housework, she had been planting new rows of carrots, checking how the corn was doing, getting rid of weeds, and clearing land for a new project.
Now it was mid-afternoon and she decided to sit in the sun for a few minutes. Just as soon as she had, Jess appeared.
“It’s alright for some!” Jess said with a disapproving look. “If you’re not doing anything, you can always help with the fencing.” Cindy rolled her eyes, but slowly got up and followed her wife.
Aalen followed the tracks of the human soldiers through the forest. Along the way she began calling out:
“Vilja! Vilja! Where are you?” But there was no response, the only sound was the breeze sighing through the branches and usual forest life. Aalen wondered where Vilja had got to. He had accompanied her to the border, but then a short time later he ran off back into the forest. She hoped no harm had come to him. Aalen continued following the tracks. A sizeable army had come this way.
“Vilja!” she called out again. Where had her wolf got to?
Following the group she was traveling with out of the lift, she pouted all the while. What was the point of coming here? It was cold, isolated and there were no shops or little boutiques to check out. She wondered about her decision to take part in this group holiday. Next year she would travel alone and go somewhere where there was sun, sea, and sand. Still, at least she got to wear her new expensive fur coat on this trip…
Donna had spent the afternoon cleaning the lounge as she was having a movie night with a new friend she had made. When Simone arrived they decided to watch Mulan first.
“But first we need something to snack on!” Simone declared and she pulled out several bags of microwave popcorn. A short time later Simone reappeared holding Donna’s largest bowl full to the brim with popcorn.
“You must really like popcorn!” Donna commented. Simone smiled.
It was while watching the movie that for the first time, as they both reached into the bowl for more popcorn, their hands met.
This morning Aalen and Ashalla found the streets were packed with people. It seemed as though the entire city’s population had turned out. Soldiers marched towards the Keep.
“What’s happening?” Aalen asked.
“I think the Baron is finally returning.” Ashalla replied trying to see over the crowds.
The crowd cheered as a carriage drawn by six horses passed by. Inside was a man with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a red coat with gold filigree. He ignored the crowds that had come to see him return. Aalen stared at him.
“Perfect!” Aalen said. “Tonight we attack.”
As I’m planning to shortly begin working on doing a short e-book of Aalen’s Saga, I thought would fill a few gaps in the narrative. This piece takes place between A Brief Respite and The Keep.