Forsaken (Abandoned Works)

I've been writing for years now and although I don't have all my old works, I've put all of the ones I could find into one movella. This movella consists of competition entries, extracts and stories I've started and never completed.


10. The Chronicles of Tikal

The small town of Tikal had been solitary and quiet but I thought that the weather had stopped people from leaving their homes - I was mistaken. It seemed that something was not right the moment I stepped out of the taxi. As I paid the driver, I noticed that she was agitated and seemed to be in a hurry to get out of here. She helped take my luggage out of the back, and I noticed that she seemed to have been muttering something under her breath. I strained to listen but the words were carried by the wind. As the taxi driver sat in the car, she said something to me but no sound came. The taxi backed away before I could ask the driver what it was she had said. It was only as I faced the house that I realized something. It was silent - absolutely silent; almost as if the world had been put on mute. The car that had driven off had made no sound against the gravel of the road, and my shoes against the concrete path didn't make the slightest tap. 

I looked up at the great building in front of me. When my grandmother passed away, she gave me a fair amount of money and land. Over the past few years, before his death, my father had ordered the house to be refurbished, so that it was fit for my brother and I to stay in. A howl disrupted my thoughts and I looked first to my left and then to my right before confirming I was alone. The howls alarmed me as I remembered the rumours that things roamed here.

I fished around my pocked for the key and with satisfaction, I found it. I slipped the key in the keyhole and grabbed the handle, turning it. The handle turned smoothly and I entered the house, dragging my luggage behind me. I had been bringing in boxes and boxes of belongings over the past few months. I had a lot of spare time since my brother was continuing the latest case.

I flicked the switch that would turn on the lights of the living room. No light. I sighed, as I had been told that the electricity in the house would be working. I guessed that the weather must have been interfering. Using my phone as light, I made my way up the stairs, cursing as I hit my foot against a step. 


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