Mara Edwards
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Blood of my Blood is a Multi-Chapter Story/Novel I have been working on. Please read in order from most time on Vocal to least time, otherwise it won't make sense. I did put Chapter Numbers in Subtitle Area. Would love feedback.
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The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 23
The wind whispered through the rows of headstones as Jack stood motionless before the twin graves of Emma and Alice; twins that came so close to being triplets. His hands, usually steady from years of handling delicate paranormal detection equipment, trembled slightly as he laid a bouquet of white lilies on each grave—silent symbols of the purity and bravery his friends had embodied.
By Mara Edwards29 days ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 22
The dim light of dawn barely penetrated the grimy windows of the asylum as Jack's team methodically collected their scattered equipment. The weight of sleepless nights hung heavily on their shoulders, manifesting in sluggish gestures and drawn faces shadowed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Cables were coiled with less precision than usual, digital recorders and cameras slipped into padded cases with sighs rather than the customary care.
By Mara Edwards29 days ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 21
The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the walls of the base camp's central cabin, where the team had gathered after escaping the malevolent clutches of Blackwood Asylum. Slumped in mismatched chairs around a worn wooden table, they each bore the look of those who had stared too long into the abyss and had felt its cold gaze in return.
By Mara Edwards29 days ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 20. Content Warning.
The decaying walls of the asylum seemed to pulse with a life of their own, the air thick with a symphony of tortured whispers and guttural moans that clawed at the edges of sanity. Shadows danced and flickered in the periphery, never fully revealing their sources, as if the light itself was afraid to touch the darkness that swelled within this forsaken place.
By Mara Edwards29 days ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 15. Content Warning.
Alice's hand grazed the crumbling wall of the corridor as she ventured deeper into the labyrinthine asylum. Each step was cautious, her boots scuffing against the debris-strewn floor, the sound reverberating off the decayed walls and amplifying her isolation. Dust particles danced in the thin shafts of light that penetrated the oppressive darkness, creating ghostly streaks in the air. She could taste the mustiness of disuse and despair that clung to the back of her throat, a pungent reminder of the building's tragic past.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 19. Content Warning.
Panic clawed through the stifling air of the abandoned asylum as the team confronted the formless malice that bled from the very walls. Jack's hands were steady despite the chaos, clutching an ancient relic that pulsed with a power that was both alien and terrifying. Beside him, Sarah brandished a silver dagger etched with runes, her eyes alight with fierce determination.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 18. Content Warning.
The flickering candlelight cast uneasy shadows across the maps and artifacts scattered on the worn table. Jack's fingers traced the edges of a photograph—Emma, her smile as bright as the courage she had shown. In the quiet of the base camp, with only the wind's mournful howls against the crumbling asylum walls for company, he couldn't escape the weight of her absence.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 17. Content Warning.
Darkness pressed in from all sides, thick and palpable, as the team huddled together in the decrepit heart of the asylum. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, visible puffs of fear that were devoured by the shadows. Around them, the air was alive with whispers—malevolent spirits swirling in a dance of ancient rage, brushing against the barrier of their circle with icy tendrils of malice.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 16. Content Warning.
Jack stood motionless in the dimly lit hallway, the solitary beam of his flashlight slicing through the oppressive gloom and throwing grotesque shadows against the crumbled walls. Dust motes danced within the light's narrow column, twirling like lost souls in the stagnant air. His shadow loomed over peeling paint and water stains that bore an uncanny resemblance to screaming faces frozen in time. Jack's posture was rigid, as if bracing against a gale only he could feel, and his brow furrowed deeply, etching the struggle that roiled inside him.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 14. Content Warning.
Panic was a tangible entity, clawing at the edges of their sanity as the team dispersed like shadows through the decrepit rooms of the asylum. Time was a merciless warden, its ticking a reminder that each second squandered brought them closer to an unspeakable doom. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the gloom, mocking their frantic search for the sacred components needed to complete the cleansing ritual.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Blackwood Mystery: Chapter 13. Content Warning.
The glow from the lanterns cast wavering shadows over the walls of the makeshift base camp, where the team had congregated after a long night of sifting through the asylum's spectral history. Emma's voice rose with enthusiasm as she unfurled a set of dusty blueprints on the central table.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 12. Content Warning.
Jack's flashlight beam cut through the stifling darkness of the records room, a narrow column of light sweeping across cobweb-draped shelves and stacks of yellowing parchment. He coughed as dust motes danced in the air, disturbed after decades of stagnation. The stench of mold and decay clawed at his nostrils, but it was the hunger for hidden truths that tightened his chest more than the musty air.
By Mara Edwardsabout a month ago in Horror
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