Mikayla Decker
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I transcribe my dreams, feelings, and images into the written word, so that all may grasp the entirety of what it means to be a reader/writer... a day inside my head if you will. May luck and fortune be with you. No AI generated-original
Stories (25)
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Dusty Bones
A rickety worn shack swayed ominously as a malicious wind tore after it. A fevered cry from the weathered boards fell upon an old man’s ears. He paid it no mind however and continued to stare forlornly out the shattered panes into the ocean’s depths below. An internal battle raged through his mind as a lone candle flickered threateningly. “All alone… everyone’s gone… my fault.” His tattered memory danced across his lips as his ghosts relentlessly tormented him. One peering inside the shack may mistake him as a lone ghost himself, for his pale and frail bones looked skeletonized from his fever crazed state. He stands at this fractured window and stares at the sea, haunted always haunted.
By Mikayla Decker 5 days ago in Horror
Precipice
Opens with a petite small young woman. She appears to be a dancer, a ballerina more specifically. She spins on her toes and gracefully lifts her left leg to tap the stars. As she does this, there is music that can be heard. It touches any who is near, in their hearts a fierce grip tightens their chests, as the melancholy violin and piano play a very sad tune indeed. Our ballerina spins and lifts her arms above her head and the camera moves to show her movement as she does this to show the viewers only the tight bun of hair and her arms are highlighted in the gloomy white light from outside. The view keeps coming closer to her arms, until it flashes to show a man in his late thirties, absolutely heartbroken. He stares, as if waiting for someone. The horribly sad and depressing music continues.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Poets
Feathered Endings
Blinking in the brilliant light, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light. I struggled to adjust to the fresh air and the sounds of everything around me. Things I had heard long ago such as birds and their whistles, have since existed only in my dreams. Now exposed to the real thing and I am overwhelmed to say the least. I took some sunglasses I had folded in my shirt and put them on to help with my sight. My eyes are watering so bad from the light that I stop trying to see with them and instead close them completely and listen to the birds speak to each other. I can also hear some sort of clopping. As time goes on and my eyes grow more accustomed to the light, I start to steak small peaks at the world through quivering eyelids.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Memories
I jerk out of the water mercilessly beating down on my head in an over pouring thunderous roar. It is shocking and yet something in my soul delights in recognition of the water that cascades down my naked body. At the moment. I am petrified of it, the memory that is now fading away no matter how hard I grasp at it, was triggered by the water. The feeling of being drowned is still overwhelming as I watch with trepidation, the water continue to fall from my shower head. Daja vu hits like a thunder clap at the sheer, I've experienced the sensation of drowning. I can stand the feeling no longer and the feeling that something doesn’t want me to remember. How else could I have been feeling as if I had died by drowning, when I don’t really swim? I’ve never choked on water and certainly was never close to drowning.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Apparition Tears
My mad dash through the forest was almost to an end.. My life with it. I have spent most of it running and now that I had served my purpose I would be killed, but not before one glorious final act. I had to get this bird into the skies and since I have been in the Jarden camp, spying on them, this bird with my message needed to get airborne. To make that happen I had to find a clearing somewhere, to set it on it’s journey, to many branches here. We are running out of time. They knew of my treachery and would be upon me soon.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Visible Darkness
The forest is alive with an ethereal glow. The ancient trees shiver with anxiety and excitement. The air swirls and dips in elation. There is a slight nip to the temperature in this glade, thought a very powerful wraith. Now this particular monster should never be capable of such things such as thought. Such inclination would hint to a higher level of intelligence then what the evil shadow was created for. As a consequence of such derelictions by the one who created this abomination, the wraith is now capable of conscious thinking.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Feathered Endings
Blinking in the brilliant light, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light. I struggled to adjust to the fresh air and the sounds of everything around me. Things I had heard long ago such as birds and their whistles, have since existed only in my dreams. Now exposed to the real thing and I am overwhelmed to say the least. I took some sunglasses I had folded in my shirt and put them on to help with my sight. My eyes are watering so bad from the light that I stop trying to see with them and instead close them completely and listen to the birds speak to each other. I can also hear some sort of clopping. As time goes on and my eyes grow more accustomed to the light, I start to steak small peaks at the world through quivering eyelids.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Hardened Jewel
Chains rattle above me. I’m numb and everything hurts, especially my shoulder sockets. Chilled to the bone and bleeding from my wrists, I swing lazily beneath a giant flying lizard- a dragon. I moan as he lightly turns on an updraft and it causes me to swing to the right. I bite my lip- hard as the cuffs continue to chafe. The dragon glances down at me angrily, as if my pain and agony is an annoyance to him. Oh excuse me sir, I didn’t mean to disturb you.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Silver Eyed Beauty
There was nothing particularly interesting about Hues’ life and yet the day everything changed for him he ceased to be the same person ever again. No one could or would ever call him dull upon describing him from that day forward. Hues never minded much what people thought and yet, as he escorted the lovely beauty next to him he wondered if the other townsfolk thought him too insignificant to hold this maiden’s attention. As if feeling his thoughts she slid her gaze towards Hues, silver eyes met his and he was lost in their ethereal depths. She gave a small smile, a slight turn upwards with her lips. Hues couldn’t help but return her smile and he felt reassured.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Brackish Devours
Black murky water sweeps haphazardly around me as I swim for my life. Something short of a beast, is close on my tail, it rips at my fins, whenever I slow to rest. I must continue; I must swim faster. I can’t breathe enough and my lungs- gills burn with the effort of keeping me alive. I am already a dead fish, but hope is a fickle thing. I gasp for it with every fiber of my being. I will not die here. After 2 days and one night of what feels like a never ending swim, I decide I will not swim any longer. It is time to face this beast, or die trying, either way I will no longer act like prey.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Salt lake Mountain
“Hacoda get down from that tree, we have a pack run we are late for.” I yell at my irresponsible brother. Of course he is still youthful and wild, I am not surprised to find him climbing trees in his free time. I am surprised to find he isn’t jumping up and down with barely contained excitement as the other children his age are prone to tonight. The children his age, who would find their wolves this yearly run. He climbs down hastily and I have to chastise him for his complete lack of regard and respect for gravity. “Nema it’s fine, leave me alone. I will not fall.”
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
