Throwback #2: On the Run


On the Run” is another story about reunion, a reunion between enemies. It is also my first ever, and also the last, fan-fiction about Dramione. It isn’t even really a kind of love story blossoming between them.

I don’t know why, but I have never ever shipped Draco/Hermione. To me, Hermione belongs to Ron and Ron only. That was one of those relationships I felt that J.K. Rowling did right. The others I felt was right were Remus/Tonks and Bill/Fleur. I hated Harry/Ginny and Harry/Cho.

Nevertheless, this came as an inspiration and it reflects that if ever Draco and Hermione were to move away from enemies, this is perhaps the furthest they can reach. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂

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Disclaimer: All names and characters are taken from J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter series. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.

On the Run

Draco stood in the dark alley, staring at the street ahead of him. For the first time in his life, he stood in the middle of a Muggle town, dressed like a Muggle, without even a penny in his pockets. Nothing about him screamed that he was not like any ordinary person walking down the street, nothing except the wand in his pocket that did not belong to him.

The Second Wizarding War was over; his parents had fled, just like the rest of the Death Eaters had. They had set off together the night the Dark Lord was finished, but the pursuit of the Aurors had forced them to go separate ways. Draco had no idea where his parents were, or whether they were still alive. He could not step into any parts of the wizarding world without being caught and sent to the Wizengamot to await his sentence to befall upon him; not many people believed that he had become a Death Eater, but the mark upon his wrist spoke the truth, and Potter and his gang of friends would be ready to speak up against him. Potter was, after all, at the tower the night Dumbledore was killed.

Taking a deep breath, he took small steps forward, trying to force himself to adapt to his surroundings. He never dreamt that he had to live as one of them. Fragrance wafted from the bakery shop near his right, and children buzzed excitedly as they came out of a toy shop to his left. They chattered happily with one another, with friends and their family members. He could not remember when was the last time he had been able to talk to his parents, nor could he remember enjoying such times with Crabbe and Goyle. For the first time, he felt as though he had nothing in the world, nothing to remember his friends by. The last moments of Crabbe in the fire flashed past him, together with a surge of regret that he had been unable to save him. He stopped short in his tracks as he tried to shake the memory out of his mind, his eyes closed as he turned and walked back into the dark alley. The Room of Requirement, the cursed fire …

WHAM!

Draco staggered; his eyes flew open as he reached for the wand in his pocket, the side of his head pounding at where he was punched. But a pair of hands reached his before he could grip his wand tight and it fell out and rolled into a nearby drain.

“Wow! Look what we got here! Blondie! Where are you heading off to?”

“Get off me!” Draco struggled.

As his vision cleared, he saw a gang of six boys in front of him, holding what looked like the Beater’s bats. He had never really learnt how to dodge the Bludgers, much less dodge the bats if they were to come his way.

“Let go of me!” Draco yelled.

“Do you have some money? If you do, we’ll let you go.”

“No.”

The biggest of the six boys surveyed him carefully, then narrowed his eyes.

“Search him!”

The boy behind him gripped his hands even tighter as the five boys flocked towards him.

“GET OFF ME YOU FILTHY MUGGLES! I HAVE NOTHING!”

“What did you call us?” one of the boys demanded. He looked small, no more than thirteen, yet Draco never felt more helpless in front of a little boy.

“I said filthy muggle,” Draco spat at his face.

The boys burst into fits of laughter.

“What a name! HAHAHAHA!” the biggest boy guffawed. Then without a warning, he whacked Draco across his face again. It struck his nose and a loud crack whipped through the air. Blood surged out from his nostrils and dripped onto the floor.

“Get him!”

Punches rained upon Draco once more, but he could do nothing to stop them. No matter how much he struggled, no one came to help.

“IMPEDIMENTA!” came a voice nearby.

“Wha- WHAT? I CAN’T MOVE! WHO’S THAT?” one of boys gasped as he tried to move his arms. “Big D! Help me!”

Their panic calmed Draco.

“Get out of here. I’m counting to three,” the voice said. Draco could not see who his savior was, but the voice was strangely familiar.

“You’re… You’re one of… of… them!” the biggest boy stammered, backing into the dark alley.

“One…”

“You… you said… you said muggle earlier?”

“Two…”

“You… you’re…”

“THREE!”

“RUN!!!!!”

The boys scattered within a second, scrambling into the dark alley together with his friends, the biggest boy dragging his friend who had been jinxed. Draco stumbled towards the drain, reaching in to search for his wand.

“Accio wand!”

Draco watched as the wand flew out of the drain and into the hands of a silhouette, a girl with long, bushy hair.

“Oh, Granger, it’s you.”

“Your wand,” she scoffed as she tossed him his wand and turned to head off into the street.

“Granger!” Draco scrambled to his feet and ran after her. She did not stop, but he caught up with her and blocked her way.

“Do you… do you have…”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I can’t be anywhere else.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as Granger looked into the distance. A strong, loud, rumble came from his stomach.

“You’d think of bringing some money with you when you’re on the run,” she said. “Where are your parents?”

“We got separated. I couldn’t access Gringotts. All my money are with my parents.”

Granger scoffed at these words, but turned to look at him. For the first time, he noticed gentle kindness in her eyes.

“Come with me,” she said after a while. He followed her into the bakery where she bought some bread and gave it to him.

“These would last you a few days. Go somewhere else. Don’t stay in London.” She shoved some notes into his hands. “Here’s some money. Go somewhere, find a job.” She turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Draco quickened his pace to follow.

“Diagon Alley,” she said. “School is starting, I’ve got books to buy.”

“You’re going back to Hogwarts?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment’s silence again, but Draco could not find anything to say. Whether it was a sense of dependency, or was it a moment of gratefulness, Draco did not know. But there was a curious longing for Granger to stay.

“Well, good luck then,” she said after a while. “Stay safe.”

Surprisingly, she flashed him a smile. A smile so different from the smirk she often gave him, a smile that strangely, drew him in.

On the Run © 2011 by Ms. Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.

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Throwback #1: Crossroad


Crossroad” is one of the first few stories which was posted on my blog. It is the first story posted on my blog actually, and the start to a great new journey. A journey which allowed me to meet with writers all over the world, a journey which helps me to explore even my innermost wants and desires, a journey to know myself better.

Writing has been my passion. I must admit I had always been an angry child when I was young. I was constantly compared to someone else: either among my family and relatives, or even my smarter friends. It didn’t matter I was more athletic than those I was compared to. It didn’t matter that I was quieter, an easier child. All it mattered was that I wasn’t smart enough. The only way I sought consolation was through writing.

Writing brings me to my own world. A world which I have in control of what happens. I usually made characters regret they ever looked down on someone. I made the ‘bad guys’ die, the ‘good guys’ live. As I grew older, I realised not all the good guys lived, so I let some of them die too. And when these stories were complete, I would weep, as though I had lost a friend, or a child, a baby.

When I write, the characters come alive and they talk to me. They told me what they wanted, and I could decide whether to give it to them or not. Sometimes, I realised they were simply my innermost desires, and when I denied the characters of these desires, I realised I didn’t want them too.

When I was eighteen, I went through my first heartbreak. The reason why I mentioned this is because, not that I hadn’t gotten over it, but because it was the event in my life which made me realise who truly loved me and who did not – who were those who used me simply for mealtime gossip, or who were the ones who sincerely loved spending time with me and see me do well in life. For this, I am utterly grateful it happened. Since then, my stories are filled with love: love from friends, from family. I did not want anyone to have to suffer from a heartbreak similar, or even worse, than mine. So instead of abandonment, my stories are all about reunion.

Crossroad” is a love story, a reunion, between a married couple – a faithful man who did anything to make his wife happy, a faithful man who would do anything to be with his wife no matter what happens.

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Crossroad

The afternoon was warm and humid. Never before in Singapore had the weather been so bad. The sun shone through the windows of the bus, searing into his bronze skin. He shifted his hand ever so slightly to keep it out of the sun. The bus ride had been bumpy all the way. As the Sunday crowd was starting to thicken, crowding up the bus and causing it to feel stuffier than it already was, he moved uneasily in his seat, taking a deep breath and trying to clear his mind.

Jin was a tall, thirty-two-year-old businessman. Recently he had started a business, what he called a clothing line. In actual fact, he was selling clothes pegs. People in Singapore usually hang their laundry to dry in the sun on bamboo sticks and that would be where his products would come in. They would hold down the laundry, not just preventing them from being blown away by the wind, but from theft too. His pegs, after all, were different. They were made of metal clasps with two plastic handles in which tiny security buttons were attached to them. Once activated, any slightest touch of it would trigger off an alarm that would alert the owner that someone else was trying to steal his or her laundry. The security buttons would run on solar power, generated from the solar panels attached on the outer side of the metal clasp. Jin always thought it was the best idea, since his wife had always complained about someone stealing her lingerie at night. Even though they had found out that the thief was their three-year-old cat, Nibbles, the problem had inspired Jin’s creations. Little did he know that his invention would backfire, landing him with huge amounts of business debts. Not only that, his wife’s chemotherapy bills, which he had expected to clear once he made money from his business, were slowly piling up. His wife’s situation had also deteriorated over the weeks since he started working on his inventions and she had decided to listen to the doctor’s advice to move into the hospital instead. In order to cope with these bills, he had to sell his jet-black Audi convertible and his three-storey landed property in Sixth Avenue. And that was not all! He was also left with a whole bedroom, kitchen and storeroom of pegs and had no idea of what to do with them.

With the failure of his only investment, he had moved into a modest flat in Choa Chu Kang, next to a tiny heartland mall called Sunshine Place. He had changed his entire closet of Armani Exchange suits and Crocodile polo shirts into Giordano cotton tees. As he sat there in the bus on the way to the nearest MRT station, he was wearing his favourite white shirt from Giordano that had a smiley face on it that said, “Cheer You Up!” His wife had suggested them to get identical ones for couple shirts, since they could no longer afford expensive apparel. To their utter astonishment, they found entire streets of Singaporeans wearing them wherever they went. His wife had stopped wearing the shirt since then, but he continued wearing it out whenever he missed her too much.

The bus turned into the bus interchange and he hopped off, tapping his Ez-link card as he went. He made his way to the MRT station, passed the gantry and up the escalator, taking care to keep to his left as he cruised up to the station platform. He felt weird not having his wife by his side when taking the train, or even when going anywhere at all. He was used to holding her hand tight and looking into her soft, tender eyes ever so often. The warmth of her hand was still lingering on his fingers even as he thought about her. She was so frail when he last saw her that it broke his heart.

He stared at the electronic signboard that counted down to the train arrival as he stepped onto the platform. Three minutes to the arrival of his train. He closed his eyes and in his mind, he could still see his wife. Her sweet smile, the fruity scent of her perfume, her tinkling laughter…

A gentle tap on his shoulder woke him up.

“Excuse me,” a bossy voice rang out from the back. “I might be mistaken. But you are Mr. Jin Sway, aren’t you?”

He whirled around to see a middle-aged woman, dressed in plain tee-shirt and jeans and wearing Nike sports shoes standing in front of him. As their eyes met, the woman’s face lit up with glee.

“You really are! I saw you in the papers and bought your pegs! They’re great!”

“Really? I’m flattered. Thank you,” Jin replied modestly.

“But they are a little on the expensive side. It took up my entire month’s pay.”

“I understand,” he continued.

“What inspired you to make them?” the woman questioned.

“My wife,” he told her simply. He recounted the story of the stolen lingerie.

Suddenly at the back of his mind, the laughing image of his wife faded. It was replaced by her thinning face, head bald from the chemotherapy, her eyes filled with pain, sadness and fatigue. Just recounting things to a stranger made him realize how much time he had lost just doing the business while she was so critically ill and how much he actually missed her. He was going to meet her now and this thought made him even more excited than ever. Most of the time he tried to retain memories of his wife’s happy moments. It was what that kept him going after she moved away. Although his last visit was only a day ago, his eyes sparkled with excitement as they flickered to the electronic signboard. One minute. He followed suit as the woman moved to queue up to get onto the train. He had not told his wife that he would be going to see her that day. It would be a pleasant surprise.

His hands fiddled with the wedding ring still sitting on his ring finger while a smile played on his lips. He could remember the first day they met in school, under the old tree filled with ants. He could recall the first time they went on a date, sitting on the grass patch next to the giant canal where he caught pretty fighting fishes for her. He could still feel the pain when they fought that day over moving out of the terrace house and into the small apartment… But no matter, he was going to her now, going to apologize for all the pain he had caused her. Without her, he would never have come this far, even if he was left penniless. She was something, someone he could never do without.

“Where are you heading to, Mr Sway?” the woman’s voice rang out again, turning round to address him once more as the electronic signboard started flashing and the train moved into the station. But Jin was no longer next to her. He was moving, fast, towards the edge of the platform, shouting something no one could hear – for a horrified scream had drowned his voice as he took an intrepid step off the platform and disappeared beneath the train.

Crossroad © 2010 by Ms. Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.

The Final Evolution – Chapter 2


Read Chapter 1 here.

I am not sure how I had lived past the night. I had fallen into an uneasy sleep, jolting awake throughout the night and hugging onto the tree branch for dear life. When morning finally arrives, I squint my eyes open, hoping that the monsters are gone.

“Shit,” I muttered. Where are they? Are they laying out a trap for me? Maybe they will come pouncing on me the moment I get out of the tree.

I sit up straight to take a good look around the place and wince. My muscles have strained from balancing on the tree branch overnight. I nearly cry out in pain but manage to stop myself by biting my lip. I scan the area very carefully; they do not seem to be at the carpark or near the studio, or in fact, anywhere near me at all.

A shadow flickers past the corner of my eye. Turning in the direction, I find myself staring at the other side of the studio. It is impossible to see what is going on but I can hear faint retching noises coming from that direction. I take a huge whiff of the air – it smells clean. I climb higher up the tree to get a better view. Then I spot them.

Prowling around the pond at the back of the studio, the monsters are splashing in the water, the others bending over the sides of it. They look a little paler than they did last night. I spot the Jessica the retching monster, her braid untidy and green things are smeared across her face. What are they doing?

But a part of me knows that there is no time to contemplate any further. This may as well be my only chance of escape. I climb down the tree as fast as my shaking limbs allow me, pick up my phone and sprint as fast as I can down the hill. I am sure I can hear or smell them if they ever decide to come after me. I run all the way to my dormitory room, turn the knob and find myself locked out. My keys to my room are lying at a corner in the dance studio where I had last left them and there is no way I am going to go back there to get them. Emma is my only hope. I hammer on the door, silently screaming for her to open up.

It worked. The door swings open and Emma comes out, looking annoyed. “Where were you the entire night!” she demands.

I dash into the room and starts grabbing my clothes out of the closet. “Em, we’ve got to leave. There is something in school. Like… like zombies or something. I saw them last night at the dance studio. They are my dance members. All of them. They killed Jessica and Tiffany and-” I go into a frenzy, running around the room and tossing things into my messenger bag. I reach into the fridge to retrieve my snackbars and Emma snatches them out of my hands.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold it. What are you saying?”

“There. Are. Zombies!” I yell at her. “At the studio!”

Emma stares at me for a moment and break into fits of laughter. “Honestly. Tell me Jim put you up to acting. You are really good at it!”

“No. Em, listen. I saw them. Their eyelids are turned inside out, they retch and they stink. And I saw them crowd around Johanna and then a minute later she became just like them! They’re scavenging at the pond behind the studio when I escaped!”

“Alright, Clare. I’m going over to Terry’s room tonight to play mahjong. I’ll be back late so don’t bolt the door ok? Tell Jim that you’d like to go into acting. You’d be a good cast for him.”

“But Em-”

“Get some sleep, Clare. See you later!”

She blows me a kiss and leaves the dormitory, the bangles on her hand jingling like Christmas bells. I stare after her in utter disbelief. Who will possibly listen to me? I think I sound crazy myself. I wish what I had seen last night isn’t true, yet I can’t sit here doing nothing. I’ve got to warn people, get them to escape from this place as fast as they can.

I change into a plain shirt, denim shorts and put on a coat, anything that is light and good for running. I clean up my makeup and pack all the essentials into the messenger bag. Then, I set out of the dormitory with it slung across my chest in case I need to make a quick escape. I knock on the door to my left. It bursts open and Grouchy Grace scowls at me.

“Grace! You’ve got to leave this place! I was at the dance studio last night and there were zombies! I saw them with my very own eyes! You-”

“Are you nuts?”

“No! It’s-”

“You sound like one.”

And the door slams in my face. I spend the whole afternoon knocking on doors, trying to convince people of what I had witnessed last night, but almost everyone reacts in the same way as Grace did. This isn’t working out well at all, and I finally head back to my room. If there is any one person in the world who will believe me without a doubt, it will be Dad. I pick up my phone, hand poised to call Dad and realises for the first time in the day it had gone out, cracked across the screen. “NO!” I scream, hurling the phone across the room before crawling to a corner and pulling a blanket over my head. I sit there for a long time before breaking down, shaking and crying, until I fall asleep.

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I am sitting on the bus, looking out of the window with Dad beside me. Oddly enough, we are in a theme park. He points out several landscapes to me: the Jungle House, the Mummy ride, the ferris wheel…

“Let’s take the Mummy ride, Clare,” he says, his warm brown eyes glinting mischievously.

“No, Dad. I’m scared!”

He puts his left arm over my shoulder and gives it a little squeeze.

“You can do it, Clare.”

“No I won’t! It’s scary!” I bawl and, hopping off the bus, Dad calling after me.

“Clare! Clare!”

I refuse to turn back, and he continues.

“Clare!” This time the voice sounds different. Who is it?

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Something is rattling. What is it? I open my eyes but it is pitched black. I can hardly see anything. It is warm and perspiration has stained the back of my shirt wet. The bus in the theme park can certainly do with a little air-conditioning. I struggle in discomfort for a while before realising that something is covering me.

“Clare Sim!” the voice shakes me out of my stupor, jolting me to my senses.

I scramble to my feet, the blanket falling to the ground. Switch, switch, where is the switch? The light click on the moment my fingers hit the socket and light floods the room. I fumble for my watch. It is already nine in the evening. The door shakes as someone hammers on it, the lock rattling. I look through the peephole and standing on the other side of my door is a red-faced Jim. Quickly, I let him in.

“Didn’t I tell you I needed you at the rehearsals? What were you doing? Sleeping in here all day?” he bellows the moment he enters, fuming.

“Jim, I-”

“You don’t have to come for rehearsals anymore! I’ll get someone else to do it!” His voice could have woken the entire building.

“Jim, please, keep your voice down and let me explain,” I plead, closing the door. Suddenly, Emma thrusts the door open, knocking me aside. Her ponytail is in a mess and blood is staining the blue blazer she is wearing. Something brown drips down her face as she collapses onto Jim.

“Oh my god, get off me!” Jim shouts, his eyes wide and backing away. Emma falls to the floor.

“Em!” I cry, squatting down next to her. “What happened?”

I rest my hands on her shoulders in an attempt to help her up. A scalding sensation spread through the tips of my fingers and I am forced to let go. My palms have started smoking, scalded pink. Emma then turns to face me, her eyes bloodshot and rolling to the back of her head.

“Shit.” I back away from her. “No…”

But something seems strange. It isn’t like what I had seen last night: Emma is fading away. “Em?” I whispered. “Em?”

She looks directly into my eyes, hers growing fainter and fainter. Her lips are turning inside out and so is her nose. The sight is grotesque but I can’t look away. “Help me,” she gasps softly, clutching her chest. Tears stream down her cheeks as she starts gasping for air and then… She is gone.

I stare at Jim, praying hard that he knows what is going on, but he looks just as shocked and as speechless as I am. “Em?” I whispers as loudly as I dare. Jim backs away from the spot where Emma had vanished and hit the mirror. It topples with a loud clang and shatters into pieces.

It happened very quickly. Within a split second, Jim turns stiff, flies through the air and hits my bed. He coughs, but before he can stand up, his hands fly to his sides, pinned by something none of us can see. He gasps, sputters and chokes. In no time at all, smoke starts rising from his neck and a burn starts spreading, cooking his skin red raw and a shape of a human hand appears on his neck. Desperate, I swing around and grab the nearest weapon I can find – Emma’s softball bat.

“Jim!” I yell. “Duck!”

I swing the bat, trying to estimate where is attacker is. It connects with something hard, but before I can swing it back, something grabs onto it and Jim falls back down to my bed, groaning in pain. The bat pauses momentarily in mid air, then swings down hard. It misses me as I duck. With a loud snarl and the jingling of bells, the bat swings downwards once more and this time it whacks me straight across my stomach. I fall to the floor, sputtering and coughing. Before I can react, the bat swings again. This time it misses as I find myself dragged across the floor. Jim pulls me up to my feet and we head straight for the door.

The corridor is pitched black and the lamps along the corridor are flickering on and off. The entire building is bathed in darkness. But the bat comes swinging at us again and we enter the corridor. We back to the railings and watch as the bat first slides out of the room and then a glowing, fiery skeleton appears, wielding the bat and vanishing in and out in tandem with the flickering lights.

“ARGHHHH‼!” Jim and I scream. But we stop abruptly as a loud thundering from our left cues us to run down the corridor for our dear lives.

For a large group of fiery skeletons are quickly approaching us, arms flailing and snarling. The creature at my doorstep swings its bat and leers at us sinisterly, revealing acid green teeth.

“THERE!” I yell at Jim. We take a left turn, but I have no idea where we are going to hide. Emma had said that she would be going to Terry’s room for a game, which means that the whole block has probably already been infiltrated. Where do we go from here?

“Here,” Jim pants, pulling my sleeve. I follow without argument.

He leads me round the nearest corner. The lights in this corridor have completely gone out. Swiftly, he pulls me through the door of a staircase landing and we duck below the glass panel, our backs pressing hard against the door in case they push through. When I have regained my breath, I sneak a look through the tiny glass panel at the side of the door. I watch them approach, turn round the corner and very suddenly, the snarling stops. But like their retching cousins, they dwell near where they had last seen us, glowing. We are trapped in. There is no way we could get out from here when they are right outside our door and they can definitely hear us going up the steps.

“Dammit,” I swear softly.

“Who’s there?” a voice replies, trembling. “Beware, I’m armed.”

I turn to look at Jim, alarmed. Someone is sharing our hiding place.

The Final Evolution © 2013 by Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.

Written by: Ms. Auby Sparksfield

Edited by: Isaac Tan

Read Chapter 1 here.

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The Final Evolution (Preview 2)


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“Do you think we’ve walked long enough to be out of school?” I whispered.

“Yes, I think so.”

Before long we could see the sky, dotted with little stars twinkling. I was never happier to leave that place and I began to take the route at a run, water splashing at my feet. The other two followed and I could feel the mood lightening. Even our panting didn’t feel as constricted. Soon, the wall of the canal was low enough for us to climb out and we did. It was still night and there was no retching sound nor glowing skeletons in sight. The air was foul with the excrement that stained our clothes.

Where we had come out, the area was quite well-lit. We could hear the sound of cars zooming in the distance. There were outlines of roller coasters not far away from us. We were near the theme park.

“We need to go somewhere,” Matt said, looking around.

“Yeah. Like maybe go for a thrill ride or something,” I suggested, nodding towards the distance.

There was silence and then we burst out laughing, clearly very much relieved at our escape. We started walking towards the theme park. When we finally reached, however, the absence of a security guard at the gate worried me.

“Shouldn’t there be someone here?” I asked, frowning at the security post.

“We’ll just wash up. Make it quick, come on,” Matt said, pushing me towards the gantry. Reluctantly, I climbed over it and landed in the theme park. We headed straight for the bathroom sign across a facade of a Hollywood street, not daring to look into the windows of the shops which sold clowns and other dolls. Finally we reached the washroom. The boys darted in to theirs and I dawdled outside, thinking. Not wanting to be left all alone, I made to follow after them.

Then, I heard a faint retch. I spun around.

“Who’s there?” I asked as loudly as I dared.

Goosebumps were erupting all over my arms again. There was no reply. I scanned the place quickly for any sign of chaos which had happened here before, but all seemed quiet and the display at the shops still stood in an orderly manner. An action figure posed in the window of one shop and the window next to it had ornaments glinting under the moonlight. My eyes then landed on the shop selling goth dolls. All of them wore little black dresses, had huge round eyes and little black lips. I couldn’t look at them anymore and skipped the shop. Then I saw something and did a little double take.

Next to the goth dolls in the window, there was a rocking chair. The chair was rocking slightly and then it slowed to a stop.

We were not alone.

The Final Evolution © 2013 by Ms. Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.

The Final Evolution – Prologue


There were times I saw gentlemen sharing umbrellas with ladies whom they had never met before, sheltering them across the road to the cafe, where I sat oblivious to the pounding rain but very much aware of these selfless acts.

The Final Evolution – Prologue.