In the Garden
The five extreme metal musicians along with Little John Tamboli the ghoul and their former bandmate, the spectral Ketil Nagel, made their way to a vast garden near a lake. The sunset caused a vivid Hollywood-pink light to reflect from the lake. The nearly full moon began to rise, a remarkable paraselene in its halo. Creepy dwarven scarecrows made from old boards and rags seemed to turn their attention to the strange group.
“The less said in the presence of these sentries, the better,” Ketil suggested. “The moon is rising and so are they, which is not a good thing.”
This piece is fated to be absorbed into my WIP, The Key of Eidolon, which is the second book in the Tales from the Dreamlands series. You can check out the first book below if you wish.
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You packed some ominous tension in this short piece. Well done.ReplyDelete
I wouldn't want to be out in the middle of moving scarecrows like that at night!ReplyDelete