storymask
08-25-2006, 01:46 AM
I entered the following story in a short story contest. We were shown a
picture of a cloud shrouded moon and asked to write a 250 word short story
about it. I think it would make a cool sequential art piece. If you enjoy the
story please take a few minutes to leave a comment for it at (and thank you
for taking the time to do so):
http://clarityofnight.blogspot.com/2006/08/entry-23.html
And without further ado, I present:
Night Falls
Written by: Ben Marroquin
StoryMask.com
They came in the night, unseen. Eyes of onyx, skin of shadowy leather,
needle sharp teeth, and ravenous appetites for the careless.
It was our mother who spotted them first, through the bay window
overlooking the garden. She gasped as cloud filtered moonlight betrayed
them, revealed them flitting about outside our home.
She gathered my sisters and I in the living room by the burning fireplace. We
huddled under a soft quilt, secure in her comforting embrace. We shuddered
as claws raked against the walls and windows outside, but still they did not
come in.
They pressed their ghastly faces against the windows and began to lick it
with long jaundiced tongues as their eyes fell upon the mass of entwined
flesh that was my family.
Goosebumps crawled on my flesh as they began their sick raspy chant:
“Night falls, blood calls.
We taste it on our lips.
Its salty tang so liquid slick,
come fill our empty pits.”
On and on they chanted, their bodies flailing about in dance and their voices
raising in pitch, filling our very souls with their macabre chorus. Immense
waves of rolling fear pounded into our hearts. We clasped one another,
battling the mountainous urge to flee the safety of our home.
Then it happened, the full moon broke free from the clouds to shine brightly
down on our house. It’s unfiltered beams burning into the flesh of the hideous
creatures outside, making them run in pain, back to wherever they came
from.
picture of a cloud shrouded moon and asked to write a 250 word short story
about it. I think it would make a cool sequential art piece. If you enjoy the
story please take a few minutes to leave a comment for it at (and thank you
for taking the time to do so):
http://clarityofnight.blogspot.com/2006/08/entry-23.html
And without further ado, I present:
Night Falls
Written by: Ben Marroquin
StoryMask.com
They came in the night, unseen. Eyes of onyx, skin of shadowy leather,
needle sharp teeth, and ravenous appetites for the careless.
It was our mother who spotted them first, through the bay window
overlooking the garden. She gasped as cloud filtered moonlight betrayed
them, revealed them flitting about outside our home.
She gathered my sisters and I in the living room by the burning fireplace. We
huddled under a soft quilt, secure in her comforting embrace. We shuddered
as claws raked against the walls and windows outside, but still they did not
come in.
They pressed their ghastly faces against the windows and began to lick it
with long jaundiced tongues as their eyes fell upon the mass of entwined
flesh that was my family.
Goosebumps crawled on my flesh as they began their sick raspy chant:
“Night falls, blood calls.
We taste it on our lips.
Its salty tang so liquid slick,
come fill our empty pits.”
On and on they chanted, their bodies flailing about in dance and their voices
raising in pitch, filling our very souls with their macabre chorus. Immense
waves of rolling fear pounded into our hearts. We clasped one another,
battling the mountainous urge to flee the safety of our home.
Then it happened, the full moon broke free from the clouds to shine brightly
down on our house. It’s unfiltered beams burning into the flesh of the hideous
creatures outside, making them run in pain, back to wherever they came
from.