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(¸.•´ (¸.•Kyle's Compilation

Welcome. Hopefully, every short story I will write around the forums will end up here, orderly for you all to read. I hope you have fun reading them as much as I had fun writing them. Most of these stories are more focused around suspense and eerie though I like to dabble in many genres. You should be forewarned that the majority of these stories are not for the faint of heart.

I recommend you start with Winter Weather (my others are not this long I assure you

), Claude's Children, The Nightwalkers or The Neighbours only as they are my favorites. You may start with any story though as none of them are linked.

Dear Mods,

If any of the stories are unsuitable to the forums please hide them and tell me why and I will repost them in a more appropriate style if at all. It would break my heart to see this thread get locked though.

Also if you have the chance, check out my long story:

~The Dwellers~

QFC: 49-50-622-59046060
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~Table of Contents~

Page 1: The Other Storyteller

Page 1: The Poisoned Goblet

Page 1: The Neighbours

Page 2: Sanji's Tale

Page 2: The House

Page 3: Torn

Page 3: The Nightwalkers

Page 4: The Bomb

Page 4: Claude's Children

Page 5: Winter Weather

Page 7: Party!

Page 9: Ghost In To The Net

Page 13: Flynn's Alley

Page 14: It's A Girl!

Page 18: The Gardener

Page 20: The Secret's In The Frosting (400 word story contest)

Page 20: Burying The Hatchet

Page 22: The Tavern

Page 23: A Doormat's Sonnet

Page 24: Miracle

Page 26: The Gardener (A Revised Edition)

Story Posts: 93
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15-May-2009 04:03:25 - Last edited on 11-Dec-2010 18:36:31 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Other Storyteller

Jonathan was silently huddled over a stack of white, script paper. His deep, blue eyes were gliding over the words, inspecting every sentence. Flaws were unacceptable. Jonathan would not tolerate them.

Careful not to smudge the fresh, black ink, he picked up his most recent addition. So far, he was proud of his work. A man and a woman, fall madly in love with each other. He didn't care if it was cliché. Jonathan had managed to riddle it with twists and turns in every chapter. It was so close to being done. Esmé was dying, a dagger wound in her body. Ethan was weeping beside her, desperately praying for salvation. Jonathan smiled. It always felt good to grant miracles, even if it was only in a story.

His ending still wasn’t written yet, but he wanted to examine every word to make sure he set it up perfectly. He read aloud:

“Esmé was lying flat on the ground, blood seeping around her into a shallow pool. Ethan was beside her, uncontrollably sobbing. The orange sunset shone down upon his face like a brilliant spotlight. It seemed that there was nothing he could do, nothing that could prevent this travesty. All he could do was pray to the heavens, and their he sat, frantic and—,”

'It’s ‘there’, you moron.'

Jonathan sighed. He was dreading this would happen. How wonderful it could have been if Demetri didn't feel obligated to speak up, to warp Jonathan’s mind. Unfortunately, endings were Demetri’s favorite.

'You better change it before you forget.'

“Fine,” Jonathan replied sourly.

Demetri was not a person—at least, not to anyone other than Jonathan. He only existed in Jonathan’s thoughts. He was his mirror-opposite, different in every way.

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He had come to loath Demetri in his recent stories. Every writer has something like Demetri, something that forces you to change your story into something sinister. Some would believe Demetri is Jonathan’s opposite twin—his doppelganger. Jonathan? He always referred to Demetri as ‘the other story teller’.

'I know what you’re thinking,’ Demetri continued in his usual smooth, velvety voice. 'You want to unite Esmé and Ethan together and let them live happily ever after. How cute, I think I might vomit. Have you really no talent?'

“Demetri—please, not now."

'Does that mean I am right?' He asked in a high, excited voice—almost like a child's.

"Yes Demetri and I don’t intend to change it.”

'Fine, I guess you just want to break the man’s heart.' Jonathan froze.

"Excuse me?” He knew Demetri had a lot of childish talents, but being ridiculous was not one of them.

'Think about it, my dear Johnny. If we let her live on, does that mean she will live forever and ever with her true love? No. One day—maybe out on a stroll or down by the creek horseback riding—she could catch a virus or get murdered and die outside of her lover’s arms. Do you want to do that to Ethan? Do you want to cause him more pain? If you let her go now, it will be over; she will have died an almost—in a manner of speaking—perfect death. Think about it.'

Jonathan pondered that. Wasn’t Demetri right? He always was, yet, there seemed something malevolent about it. Jonathan didn't want to do that to Ethan, he deserved to be with Esmé as look as Jonathan could possibly allow. It just wasn’t fair.

'Life isn’t fair,' Demetri hissed in his mind, his voice now sounding impatient and annoyed. 'Look at yourself. You have no wife, no kids, just your pathetic books and an imaginary friend in the back of your mind. Has life been fair to you?'

15-May-2009 04:14:55 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 18:09:56 by Dark Enmity

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It was near impossible to argue with Demetri. Whenever he tried, it always ended badly; Jonathan feeling terrible about him self and giving in to Demetri’s fiendish strategies. In fact, Jonathan could not remember a time when he had ever said ‘no’ to him. He took a breath.

“Demetri, I don't want to kill her. She just can’t die, it isn’t fair.” Demetri exploded.

'Don’t you dare tell me what isn’t fair! I am stuck listening to the horrid, pitiable thoughts of you! Your stories are dirt without me! Are you even listening? I give your stories life! NOW SHUTUP AND KILL HER!'

It felt like a high-pitched noise was ringing in his ears, creating for him a massive headache. With Demetri screaming in his mind, Jonathan couldn’t think. Sweat was beginning to drip off his forehead. Demetri had never been this unreasonable before. Maybe that was because Jonathan never let him.

'DO YOU HEAR ME? KILL HER! YOU AND THAT MAGGOT BOTH DESERVE TO DIE!'

Weakly, Jonathan scrambled for a quill and quickly dipped it into his ink-jar forcefully, causing it to fall over and stain the wooden desk. He scrambled through his papers until he found it—the last page.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'

“It...just...isn’t fair...,” and Jonathan began to write. He could here Demetri’s screams turning into faint demands; fainting into the distance.

“As Ethan began to pray, Esmé began to stand. Ethan could only just watch in awe. They both looked down, seeing the dagger that had avoided all the vital organs. Guthix had given them miracle.”

“Ethan wrapped his arms around Esmé’s body and then clasped his lips to hers. It felt like so long since he had last kissed her, since he had last run his hands through that silky blond hair of hers. But she was with him again, and that, for Ethan, was enough. THE END.”

15-May-2009 04:16:18 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 18:10:43 by Dark Enmity

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As Jonathan inscribed these final words, the shrieks for Demetri were no longer audible. Jonathan could hear nothing but his quick-paced breathing and thumping heart. Still, Jonathan was afraid to risk all that hope. But he had to know.

“Demetri?” Jonathan was terrified of what to expect, but he heard no reply. Jonathan’s heartbeat began to decline as he gave a smile of relief.

Demetri was gone, banished. Jonathan was no longer worried. Once the last lines of his stories were written, Demetri was no longer needed, and he retires into oblivion. It finally felt nice after those long months with him. Demetri was exiled, never to be heard from in Jonathan’s mind again. At least, not until Jonathan would write another story.
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15-May-2009 04:16:45 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 22:34:10 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Poisoned Goblet

Travis sat at his dinner table, troubled and desperate. The wooden table was bare—there was no food, no ornaments, nothing to distinguish this as Travis’s table. There was only a silver goblet, held tightly in Travis’s fists.

He gave a quizzical look at the glass. All was in order, nothing out of place. Everything seemed...perfect. Yet, he did not take a sip. All he could do was stare down at into those murky waters.

'Take a swig, it only takes one,' his mind said alluringly. Travis arched his eyebrows.

There was nothing left for him. He had given his heart to a woman, and had it wrenched out. It pained him to even see her face in his thoughts. He had no contact with his teenage children—they hated him like poison. Strangely enough, Travis had learned to become fond of poison.

He now lived alone in a ratty old house on the outskirts of Falador. Being a hermit was his favorite hobby. Time passed slowly where he settled. Travis had to learn to occupy his time wisely. But as his mind aged, so did his sanity, until finally it slipped away, like water slipping through a person’s hands.

It had gotten pitiable. Travis had forgotten what the definition of ‘friend’ was a long time ago. He had no pets—not even a dog named Spot that could be his trustworthy best pal and have a water bowl with its name on the side. All Travis had was himself and his thoughts. He hated both.

'Just because you have unlimited time, doesn’t mean you should wait forever.'

Travis sighed. Why was he wasting time? There was nothing on this earth that he could benefit from. He would have just as much fun spending the rest of eternity in a six foot deep hole then pondering here over what he did wrong in his life. He took a closer look at the goblet.

15-May-2009 04:17:37 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 19:40:49 by Dark Enmity

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The silver coat was like a mirror—reflecting back his old, weary face. His brown eyes were dull and gray—they have been like that for awhile. His lips were a shriveled and faded, and his black hair was greasy and sprawled everywhere. He had to admit it; he felt and looked ugly.

Inside the chalice was a vibrant, green liquid. It flowed and churned, imitating the viscosity of water. The aroma was strong and powerful; consisting of chemicals and vinegar. Travis gagged when he inhaled it. The goblet only held about half-a-pints worth, but the liquid looked deadly. Travis picked it up off the table.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Quit stalling.'

Travis did feel he was stalling, but why? Was there a part of him that believes his rotten existence was actually worth spending? Maybe it was just fear. Fear was a terrible thing. He brushed the hesitation to the back of his mind and pressed the glass to his lips.

At first, he kept his mouth closed, allowing the poison to splash against lips. There was a burning and stinging sensation that made Travis wanted to recoil—but he didn't. Travis opened his jaws and let the green fluid pour in.

Travis could feel no cruel sensation. No choking or uncontrollable gasps. He swished the solution around and swallowed. Nothing. Travis was puzzled. Could it take awhile to work? If so—how long?

The question perplexed Travis, until he heard a sound from outside. It sounded like the howl of wolf—or maybe the cry of bear—but what ever it was, it startled Travis. He gave a small jump and blinked. He then gazed at the goblet feeling a wave of disappointment.

It was water. No chemicals, no poison...just water. Travis gave a groan of surrender. It had happened again. It was just another piece of proof he was going insane.

15-May-2009 04:18:15 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 18:11:53 by Dark Enmity

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There was no toxic liquid, there never was. Travis had hated himself for years, and now his mind was committing mental suicide. It pained him, but he was even a failure at killing himself. He just wasn’t strong enough.

With a final glare at the glass, he retired to his bedroom, expecting in advance horrifying nightmares. Some people think their glass is half full. Most people believe their glass is half empty. Travis? He wished his was poisoned.
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15-May-2009 04:18:37 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 18:12:34 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Neighbours

I picked up my bouncy red ball, using all the strength I could muster. Even though I was only eight, my mother told me I was as strong as a lion.

There was a loud screeching sound of wheels scraping against pavement. Looked to my right, and saw a brown, run-down cart, hauling furniture and home appliances. They were heading into the house next-door. That’s when I realized we had new neighbours. Few moved to Falador anymore.

My eyes managed to get a good glimpse at the family. There was a mother and a father, who I didn't pay much attention to. They were both long and slender, with pointed faces and hard features. I was more interested in their son. He wore torn blue jeans, and a yellow t-shirt. His hair was short and brown with gold streaks. I guessed his name was Daniel—he looked like a Daniel. I attempted to guess his age and failed miserably. His face looked so young, except for his eyes which looked full of the wisdom of that of an old man. Daniel definitely was older, though. That made me nervous. I never liked talking to people higher than my age.

The mother and father had left to go inside the house leaving Daniel alone. I watched him quizzically, fascinated by his behavior. He just sat down, and quietly began ripping the grass out of the ground. It made me uneasy.

I wanted to talk to him, but felt scared. My legs were planted into the earth. I needed some reason to go over to Daniel—I couldn’t just walk over and say hello. A brainwave hit me.

Suddenly, I began hurtling my red ball up into the sky. I had to make it look accidental, so I decided to throw it up four times. On the fifth, I pretended to lose my balance and chucked the ball into Daniel’s yard. He didn't seem to notice.

“Hello. What’s your name?” I asked as politely as my mother had taught me. I gave him the largest smile I could possible do. I felt if I grinned any more my lips would tear in half.

15-May-2009 04:19:33 - Last edited on 15-May-2009 04:20:09 by Dark Enmity

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“I’m Sebastian. Sebastian Lenardson.”

“Oh. I am David,” I said, sounding slightly heart-fallen. I was so confident that he looked like a Daniel.

“Whatcha doin'?”

“Just tearing out the grass,” he replied in a soft, distant voice.

“Why?”

“I like the feeling.”

Those moments of awkward silence were painful. No logic of mine could support his statement. All I could do was look down at my white, hand-me-down sneakers. I was pretty confident Sebastian didn't find it uncomfortable in the slightest.

“You know, I saw your couch. It looks really cool. I haven’t seen anything like it.”

“We aren’t like most people,” Sebastian replied. It wasn’t a question—just a statement. More awkward silence.

“Say, I think it’s time I should be going in now...," I started.

“You should meet my parents first. I am sure they will love you.”

“Do you really think they will like me?” That was the first time Sebastian’s eyes lit up.

“Are you kidding?” He said, sending me a laughable grin. “They could just eat you up.”

The house looked newly furnished. The entrance was large and luxuriously. A gigantic crystal chandelier greeted me and Sebastian when we walked in. It reminded me of a disco ball—letting the light make it sparkle and dazzle.

Each room had its own uniqueness to it. The walls were all painted in vibrant child-like colors like red, yellow, blue and pink. They had a kitchen, a dining room, a parlor and a room just for a sleek, black piano. I shrugged. It appeared to me like a waste of space.

Sebastian didn't take me to any of those rooms. He almost glided towards a door with an old brass handle. It made no creaks, but it led into the basement. I knew that was where the creatures lived—it was dank and gloomy. Perfect living conditions for them.

~Continued on next page~

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