A.A. Wray > Quotes

“DON’T EAT THE SEEDS Allison had told Brady not to eat the seeds of the orange... but did he listen to her? No. "I'm telling you, Brady." She told him as he crunched and swallowed the seeds down with the rest of the juicy inside of the orange fruits, "You keep eating the seeds, and one day an orange tree will grow out of you." "As if!" Brady said back with a harsh laugh. Allison looked at him warily... she did not want to see that boy turn into a tree. The two of them were only ten, Allison new to the street. The other kids heeded her warning, Brady was just being stupid. "Where do you think that orange you're eating came from, Brady?" Allison told him as he gobbled down another slice. "From a foolish kid just like you who is now a tree." "No!" Brady yelled back defiantly and Judy only rolled her eyes, giving up. It wasn't until that night that Brady heard a rumble in his stomach. He ran to the bathroom to puke but all that shot out of his mouth was leaves. "HUH?!" He coughed, baffled. He was turning into a tree! He needed Allison's help. He ran out of his house to Allison's down the street... feeling branches shooting from his fingers and causing him agonising grief. As he ran towards Allison's house, he saw her just swinging on a tire on a tree in the front. Smiling to herself in the night. "Allison!" He beckoned. She blinked up, grinning at him as he fell before her and begged. "You were right! You were r-right! Help me! I don't want to be a tree!" "It's your own fault..." Allison just told him straight out. He looked at her astonished at that reply. She got off the wheel and waved for him to follow as she continued. "But I know how to fix it. Follow me." He ran after her, coughing out leaves the whole time till he saw the orange tree in the back where he had snuck an orange one time. He saw a dug up pit and he found it so hard as he felt roots coming out of his toes. "Over here." Allison said, waving him to the pit and he ran over. Suddenly she pushed him into the hole and he looked at her shocked, zap running down his cheeks in replacement of tears. "Why'd you do that?!" "Bad little children deserve a grave like yours." He looked at her in horror but it was too late. The roots from his toes suddenly clawed out of his shoes and dug into the ground. He felt his body tear apart as the tree shot out into the air and spread its leaves and fruit. Allison grinned, picking up a stick from the ground. She waved it around her and in a second turned back into her adult form. A witch. The next day her in her ten year old disguise, called the children of the street over to taste the new fruit of the tree she had in her backyard. As the kids broke open the oranges, they saw it was red inside and urked at the sight. "It's blood!" they screamed and she reassured them. "No. Just blood oranges. A kind of fruit. Try it and see." They tasted it warily, but loved the taste and grinned with red juice all over their teeth. "Mmm! Delicious!" Blood oranges. Now you know the truth.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“Oh, okay..." Jean said with a quick nervous smile and turned her eyes swiftly back at the dogs, seeing the two fighting over what looked like a doggy chew stick. She looked closer at the sweet and saw -in that second- it had a nail. And a ring on it. And human... skin A finger... She froze... looking back at Daniella who was still slowly drinking her tea... no expression on her face, before saying. "The dogs were always fond of mother..." She lifted her cup back up to her lips and took a sip, one of the Labradors eating down the finger. ONE TRUE LOVE I knew he didn't love me anymore...”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“HIM He was so perfect. So kind and funny. I loved the things he said. He always made me laugh. Whenever I got home he was always there for me, whenever I was alone in a crowded room, he'd always come to my rescue. I felt protected by him. That he'd never hurt me. I don't think he knew how. I'd spend late night's up just listening to his plans and ideas. I hated every second I wasn't with him. The house was always so lonely when he wasn't around. I felt my heart quake and my body feel empty of emotion. He made me feel, made me believe the world was a good place. There was no one else like him. I got jealous whenever other girls talked about him with lovey dovey eyes. He was mine... but I could never make him claim me back. It hurt me how he was so perfect, and whenever someone was introduced to him they'd fall for him too. Everyone would talk about how they saw him as unique in their eyes, but only I knew the real him. I was getting more and more hesitant the more I got to know him, as our time was soon coming to and end and I didn't want that. I wanted him to stay forever the way he was. New, exciting. But then reality finally had to set in after five years. He was just a fictional character. I was on the last book. And the author had just died.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“swallowed and stepped a little closer to it, my mother crying out to me, in tears. "Catherine! Please!" I could hear their shouts, but it wasn't going to stop me. I was going to face that storm... face that breeze. As the tornado began to approach all I could hear was infant crying. I ignored it and stepped closer to my doom... our doom. I had never liked my parents... taking me away from my boyfriend, making me give up the baby... They should pay the price. I walked a little forward in a bit of a harder struggle, as there was something in my hands trying to escape. The infant cries soon became infant screams, screeching in my ears and I would cover them if I could, but my hands were busy carrying something. Carrying... someone. My baby sister was screaming in my arms, only just turning one and I could hear my mother's screams and yells of horror soaked in tears as I stepped closer and closer to the spiraling tornado, taking my little sister with me. She had red hair like me... and had reminded me of what my own child would've been like. Except he would've been half cast. And my father had held a gun to my boyfriend's head, yelling. "Never come back." Now I was never coming back... and I was taking their precious little baby with me. Away from them. Into the storm. I took two last steps, before I was near the very gusts and wood and decapitated cows and sheep. In a second the two of us were yanked into the tornado. Gone.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“We could hear the howling of the screaming voices behind the walls, and she kept her eyes close, as I led her to the beautiful scenery at the top of the hilly estate. I stumbled back, frightened when I saw a hand clutch through the wall... it's bones poking out of the skin and the skin itself grayish and mutated. Dead...”
― A.A. Wray, 20 More Dark, Scary, and Sad Short Stories

“Don't whisper." the creature said to me, his eyes dark... soulless... and I could see black broken wings like a dragon's on his back. They were made from dried up skin, the place I was in silent, beside the crackles of the fires and my breathing through my stuffy nose.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“out”
― A.A. Wray, 20 More Dark, Scary, and Sad Short Stories

“We all had a light within us. That flame that never went out. It was truly beautiful. It shined from our hearts and lit up all the surrounding areas.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 Dark, Scary and Sad Short Stories

“Let It Be – The Beatles.”
― A.A. Wray, 20 More Dark, Scary, and Sad Short Stories