Very Short Story: Bones


The child knelt, two candles in sliced halves of apple her only offering on Samhain night.

She steepled pale fingers in flickering light. Whispered a prayer. Then faced the locked door of her small room draped in its deep shadows.

“He’s coming,” she said.

“You don’t frighten us, young lady,” an unseen guard replied from the castle hall.

“I don’t wish you death,” she said. “It’s your lord that is the murderer of my parents, not you.”

The guard huffed. “We won’t betray our liege, because you believe a ghost story.”

The clatter of armored footfalls in the night ended the conversation.

“Who goes there?” the guard asked, as others drew weapons in the hall.

In her room, the girl huddled beside her tabled offering.

“I said,” he asked again, “who—”

He screamed. Blood sprayed.

She covered her ears, trembling at cries of terror. At the clang of swords.

Yells fell silent, each in violent turn, until only silence remained.

A latch lifted. The door creaked open above a spreading crimson stain. Armor burned black, blade bloody, he entered.

Her gaze met ghostly blue points floating within a skull’s empty eye sockets.

“You have your mother’s magic,” he rasped.

She took his skeletal hand. “Mother could heal. I only grant unlife, Father.”

“Now neither death nor the gods shall keep me from saving you!”



Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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6 thoughts on “Very Short Story: Bones

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    1. Thank you! This one is grown from an idea I’ve had since the late 90s for an undead knight that isn’t evil and back from the dead to protect his daughter.

      Kind of like a fantasy horror tale, but the slasher is the hero (people root for the slashers anyway). It’s gone through changes over the years (the daughter was initially a teen and squire knight in training instead of a child necromancer coming into her abilities), but it’s one I’d like to finish one day.


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