Stashed. A teaser story

Short Teaser Story for 'Stashed'

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And this was all pulled together in an hour an a half at 12 o'clock so I apologize if there's any grammatical issues.

Warnings: explicit language, extreme detail, possible murder and child living in an abusive environment.

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Bold and italic = The Anonymous

Italic with ' ' = Ambers thoughts

Bold or underlined = the Father

Italics is a sound

Normal text with " " is Amber or Syaahee speaking

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Characters:

Amber the 14-17 year old Mochi raptor

Syaahee 212 Family friend or "uncle"

The Anonymous

The father 48-52 Mochi Raptor

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Short story teaser:

1.The forbidden Tale

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I stared at the ceiling in Uncle Syaa's direction.

My eyes glazed over as my imagination kicked into full gear; filling my head with clear details of the cracked and broken scenery.

'It'll always amaze me at how good uncle was at detail in his verbal adventures.'

I kicked the thoughts a side and let the familiar scenes and pictures flow in. Tall, cracked cement walls as high as the sky with dragon like gargoyles the size of bears perched a meter or two apart from each other on top with sharp metallic wires connecting them.

Lower on the ground, a market of sorts flourished. Creatures alike screaming overtop of one another to get possible buyers attention.

Cracked or broken talons, missing teeth or clawed out eyes all swooped around to look in my direction.

'I forgot'

A snake of some kind with part of its jaw replaced with metal and an eye looks to have been clawed out with such gruesome force, now in its place was a semi rounded bright red gem. looks to be selling coats of miscellaneous fabrics and furs stares directly into my eyes and opened his mouth.

"AMBER! GET TO BED!!"

The voice of my stepfather violently tore me out of the land of adventure and mystery,

I shook my head and blinked with a tired and exhausted expression, Looking to my uncle with a face of desperation.

He smiled,

"I'm sorry, you know his house rules Amber…:

I sighed deeply, looking at my talons. contemplating wether or not to jump out the window.

"Ya. . . I know"

Slowly, I got myself up and started walking towards the attic door. Only to stop for a second and turn around

"Thanks for the small story Syaahee, tomorrow?"

I asked, seeing him gently nod before stepping down the stairs and stepping into the hall towards my bedroom..

I had such high hopes when I was younger, hoping and praying every night that I could end up in an adventure like my Uncles, every day a new story to tell. Every rock lifted is a new series of sentences, every person talked to is a new character to add.

But, that's not what my parents told me.

That's what they never told me.

I can still hear their complaints

"Its dementia"

"He's 212 for god's sake! Of course he's gonna be mentally insane!"

I grumbled to myself, grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it into my head to try and block out my parents insufferable screaming and overused arguments and comebacks.

'Why tonight? Why any night?'

'Why do they have to argue at all?'

It felt like hours have ed however an hour at most has actually drifted over. finally my eyes felt like thickened leather sheets and closed. Letting the unsettling darkness of slumber take over.

It was dark, like how all my dreams started back then.

But it felt different.

So much different.

It felt eerie, like a forest but no noise. A static TV but silent as a shattered watch.

It felt. . . Occupied. Like I'm somewhere I don't belong.

I rolled out of my bed and thumped my talons against hardened stone, the sound echoing into the slaughtered sounds that should have been the night.

'A cave?'

I thought. Flopping my tail against the ground to see if I could make it rumble like a real dream.

Then I heard it.

Tap, tap tap

"W-who's t-t-THERE!"

i mentally scolded myself while swinging around to the source of sound.

Whatever it was, it whoever it was; shook the floor as it tapped it's say across the supposed cave.

tap, taP, tAP

'TALONS!'

my head screamed.

It's a person, or whatever person or 'thing' could make that sound.

It sounded like a singular talon lightly tapping against a wall, but getting more violent every step closer.

"Good evening, Amber"

"It's good to meet you after so many years"

I froze.

'How did it know my name?!'

Its voice was cold and petrifying, I was so sure it could freeze the earth's core just by chuckling.

TaP , tAP, TAp

"Let me reintroduce myself-"

'Wait, n-no it can't be-'

It felt like the air in my lungs got forcibly sucked out, I have never felt so scared in my life. Out of every fairytale, every storybook or bedtime reading. This was the one i always ed.

"My name is Anonymous, and this?"

Tap, tap- thunk

"Is Maska, but you may know him as-"

"Uncle Syaahee's Husband-"

The little breath I had left in me from fear gasped out in the last sentence.

I couldn't believe it. This can't be real.

'No way in hell. H-he died in the Abyss trying to protect Uncle from Marketers.'

"H-how are you sti-"

The second I could breath, talons wrapped around my throat. And tore me back into the real world.

And to my fear, face to face. Was my Father.

"Where is sya"

He said coldly staring me dead in the eyes. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol seeped out of him like juice in an orange.

"W-what?"

Never thought I'd be so scared of a man so cowardly.

My Stepfather growled under his breath as if what he was going to tell me was something I caused or had contributed to.

"Your 'uncle' Syaahee has Vanished into thin air Dumbass, and so has everything in his room"

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Thank you for those who read the entire thing!

This is apart of an ongoing story I'm writing for a book involving acouple of my characters.

Also, yes syaahee, Maska and Anonymous are dragons. Or well, are mythical creatures.

Please let me know what you think!

Anywho.

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