Rune_Williamson

A anthology of Short Stories that are retelling of old tales and myths. What is humane and what is demonic?

Not all humans are humane and not all demons are demonic.

"The way his smile grew made me wonder if he baited me into saying those words. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me to lift me. The movement surprised me and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders."
-Demonic Rose

"I turned my head to look at him, right as he licked my lips. I must have turned as red as my cloak. "Thank you for taking care of me. I must find a way to repay the favor someday."" - Demonic Moon

Demonic Faery Tales

The ball was in a week and they spent the whole time looking at outfits and increasing my chore list. The night before the ball, I tried again to ask to go.

"I have been keeping up with my chores; can I please go to the ball?" I asked my stepmother during her tea.

"Child, you do not have anything to wear," She pointed out at my rags, "It would take a full year to scrap of the ugly and the ashes off you."

They all went to bed and I snuck out to rest at my tree. I tried so hard to go out to talk to people, and it was all for nothing. All I wanted was to find someone that cares for me. I already lost the one person that cared before.

"Oh darling, it is okay to cry," A voice spoke before hugging me.

The person had an interesting smell to them, a mixture of fresh dirt, morning dew, and the flowers on the tree. I pulled away from the hugger and realized that half of their body was in the tree.

Demonic Ashes 2