A Shadow’s Grip (Wednesday Words 2.1.17)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

If you’ve never heard of Hoia Baciu Forest in Romania, I dare you to look it up after reading this.


A Shadow’s Grip

Jezebel stopped in the center of the deadened, clear-cut circle of forest. The ground was cold under her bare feet, a chilling breeze ruffling her skirt and black hair. A full moon provided the only light to see by as she turned in a slow circle, dazed eyes fixated straight ahead for the moment.

Fingertips slid down her arm starting just below her shoulder, gently at first, then with pain as sharp nails dug into her flesh and marred it with scratch marks. Someone, or something, breathed on the back of her neck, sending ice water down her spine. Then it was gone.

She turned her head toward the lingering negative energy of a poltergeist’s presence, but saw nothing, just as she expected. It left goosebumps to rise along her arm, though she wasn’t afraid.

Strangle flashing white lights bobbed within the trees, zipping along and fading among twisted trunks. Some stayed in one place, floating around aimlessly; while others played hide-and-seek and catch me if you can. One could be gone the same moment another appeared as pulsing white orbs waist high and higher.

Discomfort began to creep over her in a suffocating cloak while she stared. Her ears began to buzz from an onslaught of dizziness that left her feeling lightheaded. She could have sworn she heard a disembodied laugh follow the sensation before the air whooshed from her lungs and frigid temperatures sunk into her bones.

Everything went black within her vision like a blindfolded falling over her eyes, and all thought ceased to exist. The last thing she felt was her legs move forward without subconscious command before memory eluded her.


A cold tingle began to bleed back into her body, grey spots popping in her vision. Jezebel blinked slowly. She could see eyes, and opened mouths poised in shrieks before her. Another long, drawn out blink. They were gone. Air rushed back to her lungs and it felt like a shadow unhitched itself from her own. Nausea rose like hot lava in the back of her throat, the taste of bile on her tongue.

Pure exhaustion made her sway on her feet as her energy bottomed out hard. The grey in her vision returned to normal and she looked around slowly. She wasn’t standing where she had been last she recalled. Now she was on the edge of the trees, on the opposite side of the clearing she had walked in on, and she was facing inward as if she had just come out of the trees instead of walking across the clearing.

Stinging flesh pulled her attention away from her new position and her gaze fell down to exposed skin. Red, jagged lines beaded with crimson blood disfigured more than one arm now. Pockmarked burns dotted her skin like a disease with unexplainable rashes outlining it. They reminded her of the land she stood in: perfect circles and disfigured rings resembling twisted trees.

Thunder rumbled overhead suddenly, followed by icy splashes of water. Looking upward she saw darkened clouds of a storm rolling over the moon. Judging by its position now, she had lost hours in which she remembered nothing other than a nails-down-a-chalkboard laugh and a dip in liquid nitrogen.

A twig snapped to her right, then a slinking shadow passed through her peripheral vision. She heard a ghastly shriek, followed by a choking sound echo around her, then felt a wave of cold energy like something had burst. Jezebel turned her head.

“Ghost?” she whispered, searching the growing darkness no longer penetrated by the moon’s eerie glow.

The shadow slithered through the other side of her vision and she turned her head again. Her eyes landed upon a darkened outline of a figure that oozed like black ink dropped in water. Blood red eyes were the only noticeable feature within its wispy, partially translucent mass as it took a step toward her.

“Ghost…” she whispered with infatuation, a hint of a smile gracing her cracked lips.

You returned. The deep, husky voice floated along a sudden gust of wind with prolonged efficiency.

Jezebel reached her hand toward the apparition. “Of course I did. I promised I would. I love you…”

She could have sworn she saw the inky darkness underneath those piercing eyes pull upward in a feral grin, could have sworn she saw the points of two sharp-pointed fangs glisten. Death’s fingers raked through her gut and down her spine. She didn’t move as the shadowy figure approached and stopped to float only inches from her. She shivered when the air around her turned to that of an industrial freezer. Despair clenched her heart, as did an overwhelming terror.

Still she didn’t move save for pulling her hand back when he neared.

Blood red eyes locked on her grey ones and suddenly all the fear and despair fell away. All that was left was an overwhelming need to satisfy her master. Her hand reached up for his shadowy face but an unseen force stopped her, forcing it back down to her side.

My pet… The voice purred along the wind with heavy possessiveness, resonating with misplaced pleasure in her bones. Your life is only mine.

Jezebel stood rigid from the force locking her in place. The shadowy figure closed the gap between them and planted what left like an overly large mouth on her lips, parting them for it. Her body temperature plummeted and her knees weakened until they knocked together. The gasp she uttered never left her throat while her eyes fluttered closed. She could feel herself withering away on the inside, numbness creeping along her limbs bit by bit until her vision began to waver. Her heart thudded then slowed until she could hardly tell it was beating at all. An uncomfortable sensation pulled up from her toes and left through her mouth, quaking her soul in the process.

Blackness crept into her senses faster now, then all sensation snapped and disappeared at the flick of a switch. The touch she felt on her lips pulled back and she just barely focused upon a clearer image of something demonic standing in front of her before her eyes closed and she collapsed.

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