Mockinggbirb - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Skellu Writing

The invisibly-jagged gold creaked past itself as they opened their jaw, and I watched it loosen its grip on the axe before... Dropping... It? The head slowly turned, able to do so from not truly being connected to the neck of this...thing. Part of me wanted to run, to hope it wouldn't give chase, or even that this was all a dream...yet the thing still felt docile. Docile despite having just been searching for her with the axe that was now lying on the ground. Why'd its prescence feel so familiar? I had no clue. In fact, I didn't even know what it was. The plaid jacket draped over broad shoulders, a jacket I swear I've seen a thousand times before, all worn by so many different people at so many different places and times, felt...new. Different. But I swear I've seen it before. Finally, when I could get ahold of myself, I realized that it hadn't budged...almost as if waiting for me to make the first move. And, slowly, I did. I took one step, and then another, each pressing down