These are from the very short lived ficlets project.  I thought I’d move them here for posterity, or something.  The first comes as a pair.

The Sound is Coming

She had drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, and when the world came in focus it was distinctly red. An odd, red light streamed in through the small cut-out in the front door.

She got up and stepped outside. She didn’t know what time it was, and she couldn’t locate the sun in the sky. She stepped out into the street, thinking she’d gotten East and North confused. The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the whole sky was scarlet. There were no clouds.

There were no shadows.

She felt panic setting in, and took a moment to breathe, closing her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, the crimson light leaked through. She heard the wind blowing softly, the trees and grass rustling, and something vaguely familiar, but at a distance. It sounded like…

(Black Star Rising)

Screaming. Or crying. She couldn’t be sure. It was very faint. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from either.

Without realizing she’d decided to do something, she was in the car and driving. It was as if the world had ended.

Maybe she fell through a crack and into hell.

She got on the open highway, driving as far and as fast as she could. She looked in her rear view mirror, and at the horizon behind her, a black sun was rising. It seemed to suck the light out of everything. She realized how fast she was going, racing North in hopes of finding reality once again.

The sky behind her was getting darker, and what she would have given for more of that bizarre, red light. The encroaching darkness- nobody told her that would be the end.

Up ahead, she thought she saw a white light, and the speedometer on her car topped out.

Little Girl (based on this)

The little girl knew the house up on the hill was haunted. Every kid in the neighborhood whispered about it. But she wasn’t afraid.

She’d been through the worst already.

She knocked on the front door, but nobody came. She didn’t think they would- nobody lives here but the ghosts.

The door opened, and she stepped inside. The house was old and dusty, spiderwebs and giant spiders everywhere. There was the sound of something scurrying in the walls. But she wasn’t afraid.

She’d been through the worst already.

It was upstairs where she found the ghost- a small kitten someone had lost along the way. “Meow,” it said. It walked right up to the little girl and she picked it up.

“Come on, Kitty,” she said as light filled the room. “We’re going home.”