Hello my Chime, and welcome back to Diary of a Bipolar Pixie. I, Pixie, have the urge to write, but I lack the motivation to write for most of my other series, so I decided to make a new series, where I’m planning to write a few short stories, or a few chapters of a book I want to write. I’m not really sure how this is going to work just yet but the point is I really want to write about something that doesn’t have a topic. So, here we go, with what, I’m not sure yet.
Long ago, in a village near the sea, there lived a beautiful woman. Her hair shimmered in the sun like blonde silk, and her skin was perfectly free from any blemishes, despite the harsh sun difficult life. Because of her beauty, men of the village pined after her, wanting her to be their wife. She had her eye set on the most beautiful man in the village, who was the best swimmer and the strongest hunter. He would provide best for her, and together they would have gorgeous children.
They had a wonderful ceremony, and the village elders toasted to their happiness and whispered to each other that they believed that the two were the happiest couple they’d ever seen. They also made bets with each other on how soon their first child would be born.
But a child would never come. They tried, again and again and again. Each month without the news of an expected baby left the woman more and more depressed. After two years, she couldn’t manage to find the energy to even get out of bed. The elders worried about her, about what they could do to help her, and they were gifted what they thought was a solution. A couple passed away suddenly, leaving their newborn baby behind. The elders gave the child to the woman, and immediately noticed an improvement. She took to the child quickly and devoted herself to raising the little one. She wouldn’t go anywhere without the child with her, on her hip, in her arms, it was as if the little one was an extension of herself.
Tragedy couldn’t keep away from the woman. When the child was seven, the woman’s husband died, then her mother and father, then her neighbors. The elders were frightened, and after a short time, they determined that the woman had to be the culprit. It was difficult to make that decision, but they couldn’t think of any other options. They charged the woman, and put her to death. They’re method was to impale her with the tree their village found sacred, hoping it would cleanse her soul and bring her peace.
It didn’t. She came back with a vengeance. She appeared one day as her beautiful self before the council of elders, and damned them for what they did to her. Then her hair turned blood red and her eyes turned black and her beauty slipped away from her like a veil falling away. She screamed her fury before slitting their throats. Then, she found her child, and discovered another aspect of her curse.
The little one was terrified of her. He wouldn’t even look at her, until she offered a gold coin. As soon as he took the coin, he saw her as her beautiful self again and he wrapped his little arms around her in joy. He was bewitched by her, his mother, and she was finally able to spirit her son away with her.
Over the years, stories of a hellish woman stealing children circled the land. Villagers did everything they could think of to stop her but somehow, she crept into their homes and lured their children away.
One young girl was terrified of the legend of the woman. She was all alone in the world, having lost her family to disease, but she had a place in her town and she was happy there. Then, her neighbor’s son disappeared, and this little girl new it was the red woman. The girl’s fear pushed her to hide in the forest and use a wooden spear as her only weapon. In the middle of the night, the woman appeared before the girl and tried to offer her a coin, but the girl hit her with the spear, and the wood caused the woman’s skin to blister. The woman wailed in pain and disappeared, but the girl new she would be back.
The next day, she built a fort in the forest made of the same wood as the spear she had used, hoping it would keep the woman away. It worked, and for years, the girl built a better world in the forest, hiding amongst the trees, and spreading the word to everyone about how to protect themselves.
Something happened to the girl in the woods. She grew into a powerful young woman who could climb any wooden surface with ease, no matter how steep or how smooth the wooden surface was. She grew stronger and more elusive every day, until one day, she disappeared entirely into the trees.
Legends say the red woman and the forest girl can still be heard fighting as they chase each other through the night.
I know it’s a weird and confusing story, but I actually dreamed this and wanted to write it down in a story form before I forgot. I’m kind of contemplating going more in depth from the perspective of the forest girl (since that’s how I dreamed it), but I’m not really sure how it would end since my alarm woke me up from my dream. I was the girl who was swinging through trees to keep away from the creepy woman as she stole all of my friends away from me. I could manipulate the trees to do as I pleased, and I lived in a house made of special wood that she couldn’t touch, so she sent in her children to drag me out, and if I hurt one of her children, she would be distracted for a short time and stop chasing me.
I also had a dream where a wendigo lived in the forest outside my house and if you touched his rock, he had to come kill you. It was very weird and I’m not sure what I had to eat or drink that made my dreams that creepy and weird.
Once upon a time, a little boy walked into a field and found a shiny stone. He really like this stone, so he picked it up and took it home with him to give to his mother. That night, he heard banging on the walls and something being dragged down the hall. He was frightened and hid under his bed. When the sun rose, he finally peaked out into the hall and say claw marks and blood. His mother was ripped to shreds and her heart was missing along with the boys shiny rock.
Weird tid-bit, I kind of want to write porn. I’ve been interested in writing fantasy erotica, but don’t worry, I won’t write it on here, I’m already pushing my boundaries by posting some of what I do on here. I might post some samples of some of my ideas but I’ll leave the dirty stuff out of it.
I was supposed to be meeting friends for a drink at a bar on the other side of town. I’d never been there before, but Veronica said it was a great place, had tons of options, and not as big a crowd as the other bars. I wasn’t much of a partier, but Veronica promised it wouldn’t be as hectic.
I never even got to see the inside of the bar. The outside was a little run down with a faded broken neon sign that was supposed to say “Dicken’s Biker Bar” but actually said “Dick’s ike ba.” I wasn’t sure if it was a good sign that they were still open, or a bad sign that they never fixed the broken letters, but I chose to remain optimistic.
I’d barely stepped out of my car when a calloused hand wrapped around my mouth and another around my body. It pulled me backwards away from the street lights into a dark alley.
“Don’t scream or I’ll slit your throat,” a gruff voice growled in my ear.
I almost didn’t hear him over the pounding of my own heart, but I managed to bit my tongue against the panic and do what I was instructed. I wish I had screamed or fought, or done anything at all. Hindsight’s always 20/20, as my mother liked to tell me.
Frozen with fear, with a cold sweat beading up on my skin, I kept letting my attacker drag me backwards. I thought when he stopped, it would be the end of me, that he would rape me and murder me. I was surprised to find myself being tossed into the back of a car.
“Wait!” the word tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself as I realized I wasn’t being attacked, I was being kidnapped.
His thick hand connected with my cheeks so hard my vision went spotty and my ear started ringing.
“Open your mouth again and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat,” he threatened.
I wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t already done so, but I was in too much shock to protest further. I nursed my aching cheek as the stingy tears ran down my face. I curled into a ball in the back seat as my captor shut the door and I prayed I would get through this in one piece.
I hadn’t planned to fall asleep. Shock and fear and uncontrollable crying must of worn me out. I woke up to someone yanking on my arm to drag me out of the car into the harsh sunlight. They were screaming, but in my dazed state, I wasn’t registering what they were saying.
I finally got a look as someone. It was a massively scruffy man with dark hair and skin and angry eyes. He had such a tight grip on my upper arm, I thought he’d pull the whole thing from my shoulder.
He’d brought me to the middle of woods at the beginning of what looked like a trail. Something was off about it though. It simultaneously looked like it was a frequently used path, and over like a barely used game trail. The path was visible, with some gravel to show the way, yet it was over grown with plants and somehow hard to make out.
It didn’t make any sense, and the more I tried to understand what was happening, the more confused I became.
My captor dragged me along the path, still screaming at me. I was finally able to pick up that he wasn’t speaking English, which probably meant he wasn’t actually talking to me. That scared me even more. I wanted to pull away, to run, but I didn’t even know where I was, how was I supposed to get to safety? Every time I even tripped or stumbled, his grip tightened painfully and I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. The sting on my cheek was enough of a reminder of what might happen if I made any noise.
Almost out of nowhere, a mansion appeared. No, not a mansion, a castle, smack dab in the middle of the forest without any warning or sign that it was there. The trees melded into the castle, and green moss grew up along the gray bricks. The towers rose well above the top of the trees, so someone had to know it was there, but somehow, I really doubted anyone had seen this castle and lived.
The man pulled me through the gate, a rather small iron opening in comparison to the size of the structure, and through the court yard. It was a decent sized cobblestone courtyard with varying trees and bushes grown about, but there wasn’t another soul as far as I could see, we were utterly alone.
But he was still shouting in that foreign language. I wanted him to shut up. I wanted to know what he was saying, where he was taking me, why he’d grabbed me. I wanted to go home!
He dragged me through a massive set of oak doors and into a pitch black hallways. After a minute of letting my eyes adjust, I realized it wasn’t pitch black, it was just poorly lit by lanterns on the wall. I’d never seen a lantern that actually worked like that. Closest I’d ever gotten was at a museum, but they said it was broken and they didn’t want to risk further damage. It was so dark, I couldn’t see more than two feet down the hall, but my captor seemed to know where he was going as he kept dragging me along.
We descended a set of stairs, and then another set, and another, until we reached the bottom, where the air was damp and cold, and the floor was covered in an inch of mucky brown water. The smell of rot and decay was so intense, I gagged and coughed as my stomach fought to empty itself, even though there was nothing in it to be emptied.
He pulled to one of the many iron doors, opened it with a one of the many iron keys I hadn’t noticed he was holding before, and then shoved me inside the cell. I managed to keep my balance and not fall on my face. I spun around just as he shut and locked the door in my face.
“Best get comfortable, you’re going to be here for a long time,” he said, then he turned down the hall and disappeared into the dark.
I’m sorry if that was random and all over the place. I was in a mood and wanted to write something, but I had too many ideas, so you got them all. I’m not sure what my continuing plan is with this, so if you have any ideas, or want me to forget about my earlier idea of restraining my topic, let me know. I’m not opposed to writing inappropriate stories, but I also don’t want to jump over the line and scare reader away.
Until next time, fly high chimers!
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