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Cathy Marshall
Bio
Amateur writer of short stories and poetry. Fan of C.S.Lewis, Stephen King, Tolkien, to name a few. I love a great fantasy, sci fi or horror story. Also have a secret fondness for Vogon poetry.
Stories (5/0)
Fallen
It seemed to Adam that he fell through the darkness for a long time. Then drifting and rising through many layers, he awoke. Eye lids fluttering, senses returning, he stretched and yawned, a young man dressed in slacks and a jacket, short brown hair tousled from sleep. A window beside him, sun spilling in like diamonds to his lidded eyes. The seat beneath him, soft and smooth, he ran his hands across buttoned leather, taking in the luxurious feel and the fine smell. Sitting up he saw wood panelled walls, brass fittings, luggage racks above, felt the gentle bump and sway of motion as the compartment rattled and rolled over rails, heard the rhythmic chuff of an engine.
By Cathy Marshall2 years ago in Fiction
The Eldivore
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle burned brightly, casting a warm and welcoming glow out into the rainy winters night. Light and shadow twinkled down a meandering path, through lichen covered trees, to where a weary traveler approached.
By Cathy Marshall2 years ago in Horror