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Titania Blue's Tales of Terror

Here are some examples of stories I've told.

Wormtongue Click here to hear it in audio!
Fairy Kisses
Laughing Matter

This is an excerpt from one of my latest short stories, "Where Dead Dreams Lie."

None of them spoke, sensing that talking would disrupt things somehow. Even Donny found his sharp tongue was tied, not making so much as a grunt. While the expression on his face clearly revealed that he thought they were all acting like stupid babies, he went along with it anyway. Despite his look, there was something about this place that was starting to scare him. It wasn’t just the graveyard, which he suspected to be just past the creek. There was something dark about this part of the woods. The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and blue, but the darkness seemed to be hiding under each blade of grass, every leaf on the trees, and it gave him a chill so strong that goose pimples raised on his arms despite the early Tennessee June warmth.
When she was done, Penny stood up and examined the creek, which was slightly wider than usual, but still a reasonably jumpable distance. She backed up and took a running leap, landing on the other side in a crouch. The others followed suit, somehow knowing that disturbing shallow creek would probably be as much of a bad idea as speaking. Penny held the water gun down to her side and walked a bit slower, still counting and watching the ground, but also looking all around her as she advanced. They reached the tree line and Penny stopped to look at everyone. She raised her eyebrows as if asking a question. Slowly, each of the boys nodded with varying degrees of fear in their eyes. Donny looked the most frightened and was the last to nod, only barely moving his head. She turned and grabbed the gun with both hands, holding it down in front of her like a TV cop advancing through an abandoned building to search for a suspect. The boys followed suit.
Coming up to a rather large tree, Penny reached out and touched it, reading the bark like Matt had seen her do earlier. She closed her eyes and appeared to be concentrating. In the silence, Matt realized that he didn’t hear the birds singing anymore. Even the wind didn’t seem to whisper, but there was an imperceptible low moan coming from the ground. It was as quiet as a breathless whisper and so low that its frequency was nearly out of hearing range. His eyes got bigger. Adam clutched his water gun by his chest and looked up at the trees. Donny’s eyes darted around to every shadow. One shadow was particularly deep and upon seeing it, he froze. Barely breathing, he stared at the shadow as it shrank and became more concentrated. By the time Penny touched his arm, it had distilled to half the size it had been before. He flapped his jaw wordlessly, jiggling his chubby cheeks as he shakily pointed his water gun at the shadow. Matt and Adam turned to look at what he was pointing at, but Penny didn’t even glance as she grabbed Donny’s arm and pulled him along a trail that they hadn’t been able to see until they were on it. Matt and Adam pulled up the rear, the former watching their sides and the latter walking backward to cover them from behind.