Death’s Bride – Part 8

Music flowed through the courtyard. Gian the Specter’s fingers crashed down on the piano’s keys as he played. The song was plagued with a skill and intensity that Myla had never heard in church. He played as if his life depended on it.

Interview with Myla

Decided to do the interview that had been floating around. Went a little farther and set it up with a short paragraph so you can get a little more in Myla’s head.

Death’s Bride – Part 7

Author’s note: Nudity warning. Lord Du Bois’ servants were ghosts. Translucent women that washed and pampered Myla without speaking a word. They flinted back and forth through the expansive chamber in silence. The rosy red light of an oversized hearth reflected of their transparent bodies. It was surreal and only added to the beauty of…

Death’s Bride – Part 6

Myla never expected the tears she shed on her wedding day would be of absolute despair. The ride to the Lord’s manor was long and silent. He had refused her wish to say goodbye to her family. His reasoning that her family had said what they knew could have been their final farewells that morning…

Death’s Bride – Part 5

The color drained from Myla’s face. She jerked backwards in an awkward step. The more space between herself and Lord Du Bois the better. She couldn’t be in his radar for a prospective bride. What would even qualify her for such a horrid fate?

Death’s Bride – Part 4

The ghost vanished. Myla’s hand fell limp to her side. The girl’s voices died around Myla and the painted girl like a snuffed match. The painted girl clutched her arm as if it was broken. The Lord Du Bois was a tall man. His thin frame was hidden under bulky clothing. His face hidden by…

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…