Death’s Bride – Part 3

A gust of cold air sliced through the town center. Some of the girls murmured their complaints. Myla shrugged off the chill, but then a violent shudder crept up her spine. There was something watching them. Myla felt a strange pressure in the back of her mind. She looked around to find the source of…

Death’s Bride – Part 2

Myla’s skin itched. The harsh soap had left her feeling raw and her long brown hair stunk like lavender. Myla fidgeted and eyed the other girls milling around the town center. The town center comprised of a fountain that Myla had never seen filled with water and a group of food and good stalls. None…

Death’s Bride – Part 1

It was chilly, but the cold didn’t bother Myla. Dim sunlight struggled to peek through the heavy clouds. Fog covered the field and licked Myla’s heels as she ripped an onion from the ground. Myla tossed the onion in her basket and hurried home. Myla’s home was a blemish on the face of the surrounding…