The Journals

The Journals

A Story by gingerattack
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you find yourself at a house in which the inside does not reflect the outside.

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Curious, you had entered what looked like a rundown house only to find the inside did not look the same as the outside. It was a rather well furnished; nice looking chairs and tables, strange devices you had never seen before as well as glass bottles full of different colored liquids.

Going farther into the house, you find a room that could easily be called a library. There are tons of books on the shelfs, they are squished so full each shelf bends a little bit but does not break under the combined weight of all the books. There’s even stacks of books all around. There is one comfy looking chair. It has some books around it. They look like journals.

Against your better judgement, you pick one up flipping to an entry. The handwriting is rather beautiful.

“Today I shall do it. I shall send the dowry to her father, and hopefully we shall be wed in a fortnight. I enchanted the ring myself, it will always look new as the day it was made.”

Enchantment?? You shake your head and skip ahead a few pages to read another.

“Addison was born today. I couldn’t work on any of my potion orders I was a mess. He has his mothers eyes.”

Aw that was cute.. you kinda wish that these had dates on them. You shrug and read more entries. They talk of the writers son growing up to about ten years old then an entry on a bloodstained page catches your eye.

“I died today. He will pay.”

Died?? How in the hell could he still write this if he had died? How was that..??

You read ahead, maybe that will give you the answer.

“The council called for me, I am in trouble for killing him before his time. I do not regret it. He summoned the demons. He is responsible for my whole village being slaughtered for my death.. for Addison… Elizabeth.”

You feel unnerved and seeing no more entries in this journal, you picked up another. It was wrong, but you could not stop. You had to know.

It has been decades since I thought I would be able to teach someone. A little thief into my home, his magic already unlocked. Must have had a Mythical parent before having to resort to this. Surprising one would try to steal from a Reaper. He seems like a good child just needs a small push in the right direction. He will make a fine medium.”

Reaper? Mythicals?? Magic?? What in the world was whoever wrote this on?? Was it just some crazy author, trying to make a story?? That’s what it seemed like. Nonetheless, you were still rather interested, so you kept reading.

The other entries were about him teaching the young thief, growing to think of him as another son. He was proud of how much he had grown and how proficient he was in his magic. Then you got to the last few pages of this journal.

“I had to kill him.”

That one sentence was on just one page. It was eerie, the other pages after that had no other words then you got to the last page.

I do not wish to feel anymore.”

You were honestly getting a bit creeped out. Whoever the writer was they were an amazing story teller. You had no idea who this was, but you felt you wanted to know more of their story.

You pick up another journal.

“it has been many centuries... they are starting to fade from my mind… My name is Mattihas, husband of Elizabeth (name obscured from age), father of Addison ( name obscured from age). Mentor of (name obscured from age). I am a reaper.”

Finally, a name. but centuries… man how old was this character??

January 15th, 2003�"“

A date from the 2000’s??? man… how old was Mattihas??

“The prophetic dreams are coming true, as most do. I have found him. The one who will bring the mythicals from the shadows. But I do no-“

The book was pulled from your hands, leaving you staring up into the red eyes of who you guessed was the owner of these journals. “uh hey look your story is real-“

“…I am afraid I can’t let these words remain in your memories.” His voice was cool and soft. He lifted up a hand, it glowed with red magic. “they are my private thoughts.”

You started to feel sleepy.

“do not worry, you will not remember a thing, you will just be rather confused when you wake.”And with that, you fell asleep.

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You blink your eyes open, looking up at the ceiling of the run-down house, the stars were still shining through the holes in the ceiling. Why were you here?? You just wanted to look around it right??

Guess you fell asleep, stupid as that was, you seemed safe enough at least.

You better get home, your roomie’ll start to worry.

© 2017 gingerattack


Author's Note

gingerattack
Enjoy shadow's story~~ not much of course.. but it does give you a hint of what has happened to this Grim Reaper.

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Intresting beginning you started with here. Rundown house and posh furniture - very different and unique.
'A bloodstained page catches your eye' - That line certainly caught my eye and I was desperate to read on.
The piece was so fascinating to read about, the journal entries, the thoughts, the way in which it had been written. It felt like you built the tension up pretty slowly as each journal entry seemed to get a little creepier than the last. The ending tied it all up nicely.
Theres always been something about your pieces which I like. They draw me in and I love your style. You always move the story on at a good pace and don't get obssessed with needless details which can drag some stories down.

Great piece.
Great flow.
Another great write.

Mark.

PS. I will be onto silvertongue again shortly. Still battling with time, but I will get there.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gingerattack

1 Year Ago

ah Thank you Mark! I always look for your reviews, you always give me insight to the works you revie.. read more
matrixmark

1 Year Ago

It was my pleasure to have read your wonderful work again. And as i have said to a few people, its s.. read more



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Intresting beginning you started with here. Rundown house and posh furniture - very different and unique.
'A bloodstained page catches your eye' - That line certainly caught my eye and I was desperate to read on.
The piece was so fascinating to read about, the journal entries, the thoughts, the way in which it had been written. It felt like you built the tension up pretty slowly as each journal entry seemed to get a little creepier than the last. The ending tied it all up nicely.
Theres always been something about your pieces which I like. They draw me in and I love your style. You always move the story on at a good pace and don't get obssessed with needless details which can drag some stories down.

Great piece.
Great flow.
Another great write.

Mark.

PS. I will be onto silvertongue again shortly. Still battling with time, but I will get there.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gingerattack

1 Year Ago

ah Thank you Mark! I always look for your reviews, you always give me insight to the works you revie.. read more
matrixmark

1 Year Ago

It was my pleasure to have read your wonderful work again. And as i have said to a few people, its s.. read more

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