Dreadful.herbalist

Joined May 2021

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Dawn of the Grizzly
The air hung heavy with the sweet scent of pine and damp earth, a cool, almost ethereal mist clinging to the slopes of the mountain. Dawn painted the eastern sky in strokes of soft apricot and rose hinting at touches of canary, a breathtaking spectacle mirrored in the dew-kissed leaves of the aspen trees. Their foliage, still trembling slightly from the night's chill, shimmered like a thousand tiny mirrors, catching and scattering the first rays of sunlight. The world hushed, a symphony of quiet whispers- the rustle of unseen creatures in the undergrowth, the distant chirp of a bird, the soft sigh of the wind weaving through the tall, slender trunks of the aspens.
By Dreadful.herbalist 11 months ago in Horror
Living Between the Lines of Neglect
These words mean absolutely nothing. Normal doesn't exist. We are creatures with complex things in order to find placement and understanding to the feelings and all they encounter. With that thought process in mind;
By Dreadful.herbalist about a year ago in Humans
Demon Transition
You come home from work to find a note taped to your front door, telling you to go around the back of the building and enter the cellar. You can tell it's my writing so you are wondering what I am up to now.
By Dreadful.herbalist 3 years ago in Filthy
The Night Mistress brought her boyfriend Home
The day was ordinary in the most mind numbing way. I had completed my chores and was working on dinner when I heard the door open. I was in my full uniform; form fitting, assless yoga pants, thong underwear, collar and exposed chest. My heart raced at the thought of being with my Mistress again when I heard the other voice. A deep voice. A man. My heart caught in my throat at the unknown intrusion. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why Was He Here? How dare he invade our sanctuary? My anger rose dramatically until I heard laughing. A shared laugh at a shared joke. I knew Mistress had a life outside of the house that I wasn't fully privy to but this!? I slowly crept to the corner, desperately trying to see without being seen. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about him either. He was sort of handsome in a boyish way; blonde hair cut long on top but matched his shirt cropped beard on the sides and back. His business shirt suggested that he and Mistress worked together. His dress pants and his shoes shined mirror only black confirmed it. Mistress was talking with him and caught me looking at them out of the corner of her eye and gently touched him on the chest. A familiar gesture, done many times before. My heart thundered in my chest but I slunk back to the stove, mind reeling from the revelations and possibilities.
By Dreadful.herbalist 4 years ago in Filthy