The Marws [Blurb]A Story by Virtual PhunA blurb of my upcoming horror book, The Marws.
“Something’s wrong,” He whispered, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown. Silence prevailed once more, emphasizing the tension and shared fear carried in the air between the boys and girl. Tom didn’t need to see the looks of fright and despair etched on their faces as he somehow sensed it within him. And he couldn’t contain his discomfort as well - a crawly sense of disconcern was fluttering his insides. Something really was wrong.
“Tom, what’s wrong? Do you see something?” said Jenna. The firmness in her sweet voice mesmerised Tom. “We’re in a freaking cemetery at 12:30 in the freaking morning, digging graves - that’s what’s wrong!” snapped Jason, the shudder in his voice betraying his usual calm demeanor. Although Tom’s eyes were defective, his tremoring bones and sensitive skin sensed the distressed air. He could hear the whispers of the nearby trees swaying to a wind he couldn’t feel. It almost felt like a sign confirming that an anomaly was just as near - a sign that is perhaps insinuating an impending horrible doom. “I don’t know. I feel really weird. Something’s off,” he replied. “F*ck this Dawning crap - we have to get out of here,” said Jason, his voice still shuddering. “We shouldn’t have come here. I knew this is a bad idea. This is just stupid, we need to leave now, please!” “We can’t ditch this ‘Dawning crap’ once it’s begun, you dipshit.” Tom knew Harold was right. Abandoning the Dawning Trial amidst or before completion was the first thing the Man had spoken against. He was about to respond when a movement caught his attention. Something flashed before his darkened vision for a millisecond. He frowned. Then, seconds later, it reappeared, this time lingering longer. His heart palpitated. In the blackness, of which his eyes are only capable of seeing, two bright, focused red dots appeared in the near distance ahead. It took only seconds until he registered an accompanying smoky outline of a humanoid figure, moving closer. “A Marw,” said Tom. The quiet atmosphere seemed to thicken with angst after that, like time and air had stilled. None had anticipated such dreadful turn of events in the safest night. The fright had sunk even deeper into him when more pairs of red eyes and foggy figures came into his vision, approaching. “Lots of them.” The black-blooded moved closer, enticed by the reeking scent of nectarous and rich fear. Four free, fear-flavoured, young souls here, and yet so many of them. © 2016 Virtual PhunAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 6, 2016 Last Updated on November 6, 2016 Tags: Horror, horror book, dark, creatures, thriller, superpowers, supernatural AuthorVirtual PhunOmdurman, SudanAboutCorazøn en fuego. ı defınıtely łost my halø. I love writing cryptic poetry and song lyrics, most of them are of personal experiences, some of them are of matters a.. more..Writing
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