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Day six submission, actually kinda proud of this one. Enjoy. The dank air of Fishleg’s basement lay thick and fowl upon the group of friends, the smell of festering mould and stagnant moisture helping set the scene of their Dungeons and Dragons game. The waxen candles lighting the room cast towering shadows across icy brick walls. Each dark mass spawned by dancing flame pulsating in sharp, spasmodic movements. Nine Human figures sat hunched over an enormous square table in the centre of the room. Their eyes burning through the darkness smothering most of their features, each one dressed up in fantastical items of roll play outfits. R

Hiccup lay sprawled on the couch of his apartment as a gentle breeze danced in from the open balcony, his topless body sticking to the leather furniture like velcro. The mid summers day seemed to boil the air even in the reprieve of shadow and relentlessly baked anyone unfortunate enough to be caught without air conditioning. Sweat beaded across the boy's forehead despite the brunette wearing nothing but his briefs as he eagerly listened to his boyfriend rummage through their fridge. His impatience eventually getting the better of him. “Jack, have you found it yet?” “Almost babe, two more seconds...” came the man's r

Submission for Hijack week day 3. Enjoy. Jack sat in morose silence as a thick atmosphere hung in the air, his mind replaying the last hours events again and again like a broken record. The short teen nervously swung his dangling legs up and down like a pendulum. Each motion counting another second of awkward, ear splitting quiet. Tentatively the white-haired boy stole another fleeting glance at the bulky man sitting next to him, his shoulders visibly shrinking at the sight of the brunette’s tattoos and piercings. The blood oozing from the towering man’s nose was thankfully now beginning to clot. Jack feeling somewhat less guilt

So my local folklore story is based around Black Shuck: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Shuck But obviously I took some liberties with the source material. Anyway enjoy. The midnight air hung hot and smothering in oppressive darkness over a summer singed England, the full moon radiating monochrome beams over the small Essex village nestled in a cradle of lush rolling hills and verdant countryside. All around the endless farmers fields and islands of trees besieging the little town of Berkshire lay morbidly silent, the cheerful orchestra of sparrows now silent under the barrage of pale lunar light. The world seemed to lay in tranquil para