NightlightHe didn't dare move a muscle.Nightlight by astro-girl105
As soon as goodnights had been exchanged and lights were switched off, it's breathing had become audible. He could hear it rasping and rustling about. With only a coil spring mattress to separate them.
His gaze drifted over to the nightlight's dim glow. It began to flicker and he could feel his muscles tense. It had noticed as well. He could hear it's breathing quicken.
He eyed the light apprehensively, watching the light slowly but surely lose power.
The only thing besides the mattress that separated them was dying right before his eyes. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
Whatever soft glow that the nightlight once emitted was gone. Nothing but darkness filled the bedroom.
He listened carefully, the once heavy breathes seemed to have vanished with the light.
He had to move. He had to take the chance while he still had time.
His lurched forward and a shriek pierced through the room. He quickly dove for
Knock on Wood - Chapter Three"Wonderful," Eric clasped his hands together, "Now in order for you to be able to fight the puppeteer, you'll need to learn how use magic while in combat. So for the duration of your stay, you'll be living with Clarence while he teaches you magic. He's well know for being the best magic fighter in Quinberly." He clapped Clarence hard on the back. He sounded more like a father bragging about his child than a just coworker. Clarence merely brushed of his hand and mumbled unintelligible hissing noises.Knock on Wood - Chapter Three by astro-girl105
"Right, we should get going," Clarence stated flatly, "Eric, would you get the door?"
Eric nodded, "Of course, just a moment." He opened the small cabinet once again, this time he had pulled out a small chip of wood. The wood in question didn't look out of the ordinary, it looked like a piece of wood. Wyatt looked to Eric with a questioning gaze. "This is a piece of wood from Clarence's house," Eric explained. He dropped the wood piece in a tin can that had been attached to the door. Eric g
Knock on Wood - Chapter TwoThe man, Clarence, walked with brisk precision. Combined with the fact that his legs were longer than Wyatt's, the boy found himself straining to keep up. Oddly enough, even at his fast pace, Clarence still seemed to find the time to be able to smile and nod at the people he passed by. Wyatt watched in awe as men returned the smile with an underlying sense of respect and women giggled openly in the man's presence.Knock on Wood - Chapter Two by astro-girl105
"They all like you a lot, don't they?" Wyatt noticed. A small, mousey teenager waved enthusiastically in their direction from afar.
"As the town's oracle," Clarence didn't bother to slow his pace when he spoke, "They all rely on what I can see and I tell the town what it is they should know. Such as disasters, natural or otherwise, and other things like that. They all like what they're told. It's good to know what's going on in the distance."
He blinked in surprise, "Oracle? You mean like a psychic or something? I have an aunt who does tarot card readings at the mall, except
Knock on Wood - Chapter OneIt's funny, how unexpectedly off course someone's day can go. One could have been planning a party, but the mailman lost all the invitations. Perhaps a person went to the salon to get their hair cut but wound up walking out with bright green hair. Or maybe you're just Wyatt, whose day went completely off course while he was heading for school.Knock on Wood - Chapter One by astro-girl105
For Wyatt, today was supposed to be a pretty good day. Of course, most days of nine year old boys are pretty good. But he couldn't help but notice an unsteady feeling he had. His muscles tingled under his skin. It was a feeling he thought he should inform his mother of.
"Mom," he looked up from his cereal, "I feel weird." His mother looked up from her own breakfast in surprise. She placed one of her hands on his forehead.
"You don't feel hot," she stated skeptically, "Are you sure you just don't want to go to school today?" Wyatt's face contorted into a grimace at what his mother was implying.
"No!" He snapped in defense of himself, "And I didn't