Category: Original Works

Three and a Half Minutes by Tara Grímravn

As originally posted on Wattpad

Hey!

It’s me! Jimmy!

How’s it going, pal? Let me ask you something. You ever wonder how long it takes for someone to die? Three and a half minutes. That’s how long it took for me, anyway. When you say it out loud, it really doesn’t seem like very long, does it?

Well, trust me.

It is.


Maidenfall by Tara Grímravn

As originally published on Medium

Who’s the girl, then? Come, now! It must be someone here in Eskivik sent you trekking all the way up that mountain to Maidenfall. The lovely Vigdis, maybe? Or dark-haired Ragnhild? You’ve fancied her ever since I can remember. Ah, the smith’s daughter, is it? Esja’s her name, right? Aye, a pretty one, that. And clever, too! I can see how she stole your heart. By the look of you, I’m guessing you feel your tribute to Itaia was successful then? You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure. Esja usually comes ‘round to the tavern this time of day selling her ma’s eggs and butter.


A Fairy Tale: Black Aghy by Tara Grímravn

As originally published on Medium and in The Magikal Rite (October 2017)

Take heed, children, and be mindful of your ma and fa lest you be lost like so many before you. Scoff if you will, you little skelpie-limmer, but there’s strange and terrifying creatures afoot in this wide world of our’n. In fact, it wasn’t so long ago that such a terrible thing happened at the edge of our own Umgol Forest, deep and dense. ’Twas three young brothers — Joreth the eldest, Jochen the youngest, and Jofrey in the middle between the two — that lived along the tree line in a small cottage with their mother and father. Father was a woodsman and a hunter, tall and strong like an oak tree. Mother, a clever and pretty lass, sold eggs from their hens and butter from their cows at the market in the small town of Umgol’fen. They were poor, to be sure, but happy, and together they earned just enough to provide them with what they needed. There were always plenty of candles to sew by and wood enough to keep them warm on cold nights, and that was enough for them.


The Naera by Tara Grímravn

As originally published on Creepypasta (July 2016)

‘Tis a fine house, lad, to be sure, and well built. And ’tis sure I am that you and young Maglyn will be more than happy here till the end of your days. But I’ve said it afore and I’ll say it again—I wish I knew what possessed you to build so close to the cairn of Draugs Teigh and so far from me and your ma.