Short Story Saturday: The Hands That Move

Hands That Move: Short Story Saturday - Photo by Amar Saleem on Pexels
Photo by Amar Saleem on Pexels

Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Hands That Move. Please enjoy.

Introduction by Harold Koonce, police sergeant, Evergreen, Washington

So a lot of people want me to talk about this story and post it online but to tell you the truth, I don’t find the story all that interesting compared to how we found it. You see, I was just sitting in the station talking to my pal Murphy when suddenly this man busts through the doors like a bat outta hell.

He starts talking about how he and his friend decided to do some exploring over on Douglas Island right off the coast of Evergreen, one of those places that are supposed to be off-limits to everyone by the Douglas Island Natural Area Reserve an account that it is one of the few places that has all those Ximuce trees, though now that I think about it, I’m not sure why that’s sort important. We got plenty of those in mainland Evergreen.

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Short Story Saturday: Veiled Intentions

Short Story Saturday: Veiled Intentions - Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash
Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Veiled Intentions. Please enjoy.

My wife and I found the place on an unassuming four-way corner in University Place after visiting family. I wanted to drive on but my wife insisted we pull over and if you knew my wife, you’d know it is often best to do what she wants.

The name was what appealed to her. “Magick Sanctuary.” She always had a fascination for that kind of stuff. Melinda never can resist the lure of the so-called forbidden arts.

I’m still certain whether she really believed in magic. She’ll deny it whenever I asked her. It is childish to even suggest she’d believe such silly notions as spells and curses, my wife always claims.

Her eyes always betray her. Whenever she speaks of mysticism, it hs the kind of brightness you’d only get from someone who truly believed.

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