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Dark Lands
Dark Lands
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Introduction:
Dark Lands is a collection of short stories including a supernatural tale of disease and revenge; a story of runaways leaving suburbia behind to find the terrors of twisted street kids in the Montrose; a story of a hitcher who takes a ride with some coeds into the woods and discovers the secrets of pleasure and pain; the tale of a feral boy who roams the back roads and is hunted by another; and the story of three goth teenagers opening the gates of hell with dark rites.
Excerpt:
In the antiquated bedroom, Max and Sandy are getting hot and heavy on the freshly stripped bed. Max is bare-chested and Sandy sits on top grinding in her panties and a pullover shirt.
Sandy reaches down, “all the trouble to get away from this place,” she pulls, “and you bring me back here.”
“Ugh,” Max reels from her deft touch. “I always thought you were so hot.”
******
Why do I always find the confused ones?
Darrin walks out of the lake feeling self conscious of his nakedness. Sandy lies basking on a large rock with her eyes closed to the world at large. He dries off with a towel from the heap of scattered belongings and clothes, setting aside a black bra. He wants to say something to Sandy but cannot find the words since they have been failing him more and more lately. He admires the beauty of her breasts that slowly rise and fall with her steady breaths and wonders what is wrong with him. He wraps the towel around his torso and sits on the edge of her rock in time to see Daniel walk forward dripping wet and rough. A word is not spoken between them but in the moment Darrin half smiles and the favor is returned. Copping a look at Sandy, he returns his gaze to see Daniel pull his pants on commando style and with clothes bundled under an arm walk away along the path into the woods. Darrin exhales sharply and leans back, closing his eyes in the warmth of the day.
Bird sounds faintly echo across the lake and the sound of falling water is softer with distance. Alice takes in the soothing nature realizing that Max is gone. Turning this way and that, she cannot see him below the surface for the reflection of the sky. A different fear grips her, the fear of being watched by unseen eyes from the surrounding woods. Shivering, she knows they are not alone. Max playfully comes up from behind, startling her.
“Max, you scared me.”
“You are so cute, baby.”
“I saw something,” Alice says as she scans the trees.
“What did you see?” Max looks around trying not to catch her paranoia.
“Somebody is watching us.”
“It’s nothing…”
“There is,” Alice continues in a lower voice, “something out there.”
Max feels a little spooked. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Branches on the far shoreline move a little. Someone watches them swim back, following them in the darkness of the trees. The pine needles are soft and soundless underfoot and there is an uneasy quiet in the air. The sun, low in the sky, shines a fiery amber as the day grows late.
Dark Lands is a collection of short stories including a supernatural tale of disease and revenge; a story of runaways leaving suburbia behind to find the terrors of twisted street kids in the Montrose; a story of a hitcher who takes a ride with some coeds into the woods and discovers the secrets of pleasure and pain; the tale of a feral boy who roams the back roads and is hunted by another; and the story of three goth teenagers opening the gates of hell with dark rites.
Excerpt:
In the antiquated bedroom, Max and Sandy are getting hot and heavy on the freshly stripped bed. Max is bare-chested and Sandy sits on top grinding in her panties and a pullover shirt.
Sandy reaches down, “all the trouble to get away from this place,” she pulls, “and you bring me back here.”
“Ugh,” Max reels from her deft touch. “I always thought you were so hot.”
******
Why do I always find the confused ones?
Darrin walks out of the lake feeling self conscious of his nakedness. Sandy lies basking on a large rock with her eyes closed to the world at large. He dries off with a towel from the heap of scattered belongings and clothes, setting aside a black bra. He wants to say something to Sandy but cannot find the words since they have been failing him more and more lately. He admires the beauty of her breasts that slowly rise and fall with her steady breaths and wonders what is wrong with him. He wraps the towel around his torso and sits on the edge of her rock in time to see Daniel walk forward dripping wet and rough. A word is not spoken between them but in the moment Darrin half smiles and the favor is returned. Copping a look at Sandy, he returns his gaze to see Daniel pull his pants on commando style and with clothes bundled under an arm walk away along the path into the woods. Darrin exhales sharply and leans back, closing his eyes in the warmth of the day.
Bird sounds faintly echo across the lake and the sound of falling water is softer with distance. Alice takes in the soothing nature realizing that Max is gone. Turning this way and that, she cannot see him below the surface for the reflection of the sky. A different fear grips her, the fear of being watched by unseen eyes from the surrounding woods. Shivering, she knows they are not alone. Max playfully comes up from behind, startling her.
“Max, you scared me.”
“You are so cute, baby.”
“I saw something,” Alice says as she scans the trees.
“What did you see?” Max looks around trying not to catch her paranoia.
“Somebody is watching us.”
“It’s nothing…”
“There is,” Alice continues in a lower voice, “something out there.”
Max feels a little spooked. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Branches on the far shoreline move a little. Someone watches them swim back, following them in the darkness of the trees. The pine needles are soft and soundless underfoot and there is an uneasy quiet in the air. The sun, low in the sky, shines a fiery amber as the day grows late.
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