Tag: Short story

  • The eternal echo

    The eternal echo

    Imagine Arabella Blackthorn stepping into the room, an ethereal vision of gothic beauty. At eighteen, she’s got this air about her – like a shadow gliding effortlessly through the night. Her long, black hair cascades down in silky waves, a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. Her figure is slender, almost willowy, always adorned in…