Release by John-J Anderson [Short Story]
Release By John-J Anderson The river grew black, glowing with the faint spectral petals of ghostly pale hands reaching up from the depths, unable to break the surface, trapped in a sodden muddy prison of breathless torment. Cries echoed out through the desolate landscape surrounding me as I dug my bare feet into the crumbling soaked winter banks. “Release me from this nightmare!” Adding malice to misplaced anguish, the whippings winds that howled through my ears and drew up spiky grey hairs upon my limbs. Shrouding the night sky that had grown tired with a black cloaking mass of cloud, the darkness held a canopy of withered tangled tree limbs. They danced against the stars as though orchestrating the events unfolding just below their reach. Nature succumbs to the forces of dark splendour that danced on her soils that evening. With sudden disarray, the river ceased its tempest storm of crashing waves and became deathly still. Frozen as a solid block of obsidian, as though the arrival of...
