Stones, Echoes, Skulls

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39 thoughts on “Stones, Echoes, Skulls”

  1. Whistles!! ❤️💜 Damn girl 😀 ain’t nobody does fiction as good as you! This is absolutely phenomenal! I love how you depict the significance of the ‘skull charm’ at the beginning 😉 and also how he’s cursed at the end because he didn’t pay attention to his grandmother’s advice. Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️💜

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. Beautifully written. Luckily I hadn’t read it before. Talking about luck, it’s best we throw nothing away just in case a reputed charm does in fact work!

  3. What a wonderful image you painted in my mind. Colorful, intense, and delightfully spooky. Now I’m going to find me a few perfectly round stones to put around my be tonight. I might sleep better.
    Well crafted dear one…well crafted. Love you and love your pen!

  4. Such an accomplished story – and writer you are! you captured such a suspenseful story full of symbols and otherworldliness but which probably grazes many a mind during sleepless hours – I was chilled 🙂

  5. A wonderful story, I haven’t read before. I enjoyed it very much, this young man caught himself in quite a quandary – makes me want to know more of him 🙂

  6. A grandmother’s warning should be adhered to faithfully lest bad luck may follow. A charm may turn out to be a good luck charm. One can never tell, yes, keep it! Wonderful prose Magaly!

    Hank

  7. How do you manage to fit so much spookiness into such a small space? Well done!
    It was the perfect thing to get me in the mood for chilly weather, pretty leaves, hot cider, and spooky stories round the fire.

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