Male Reader x Female Monster
After working for a long while at a major music magazine, I got a bit burnt out with photography. Much like writer's block, I found that I couldn't take the photographs I wanted. Any time I tried, I found the pictures came out stunted, empty, and lackluster. I was in such a slump, I started working at a family photography studio. It was the sort of place that all I had to do was point and shoot. As long as the customer was happy, that was all that mattered.
I supposed working at such a place caused my creative standstill to worsen. It became such a major roadblock that I could feel myself falling. It was the sort of feeling like Alice going down the rabbit hole. It was slow and floaty. I wasn't in immediate danger, and yet I was. And even if I was floating, I was falling with no bottom in sight.
Before it got too bad, I quit my job, sold my house, and just picked up and left. Using the money from the sale of my home and a lot of my stuff, I traveled. One of the few things I took with me was my black cat, Pip. Eventually, the block started to budge. It moved, and I was able to get splashes of my craft out. The snapshots I took didn't make me angry anymore. Soon, the dam broke and the flood of creativity returned.
I was selling photographs to magazines left and right. I went from taking pictures of rock stars, to families, and now I was slowly becoming a noted name in nature photography.
I didn't want to end this flow, so even if I'm being hired by companies for my work, I continued to travel, never resting somewhere too long. I felt if I stopped somewhere and put down roots, then everything I worked so hard to get back would go away. I wasn't risking it.
A new job had me travel to this little town mainly known for a nature reserve and this reconstruction of a colonial village where people act out the day to day life. It was nearing Halloween, so they were getting ready to do this week-long reenactment of the Salem Witch Trials. I was asked to photograph this event for a small historical society.
I was put up in a small cottage outside the village. It was close enough I could walk back and forth as I pleased. For the most part, it was pretty boring, and I felt I could get all the photos I needed on the first and last day. So, I spent a lot of my time roaming around.
I found a small path at the back of the village that cut through the trees and led into the woods. I decided to take it and see where it led me. I found some pretty interesting trees, taking snapshots I thought looked spooky for the historical society.
The deeper I went into the woods, I noticed an obscene amount of poison ivy. But what was strange about it was that it grew in a line. It didn't cross over a certain point, almost like it was the start of a wall.
I don't know why, but I decided to follow the poison ivy. I stepped over the invisible wall and went off the path. The ivy started to grow and crawl up trees. It created a curtain, hanging down from the tall branches and then connecting to the ground.
I found a big stick, using it to knock the curtain aside, so I didn't have to touch the poison ivy. I was actually pretty allergic to it.
As the ivy parted, I was shocked to find a tower in the middle of the woods. Yeah, just a tall, stone tower. I walk towards it and find a plaque that's overgrown with moss and filth. I brush it away.
"The Witch's Tower," I whisper. I look up, realizing this was a jail cell they kept those being accused of witchcraft.
I walk towards the tower, seeing it is being taken over by poison ivy and thick briars. Circling the place, I can't find a door at all. I do see a window a few feet above my head. I step back to take a picture, and something hits me.
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Demon's Hide
RomanceDemons and all sorts of creatures lurk within the world, not just in the shadows. Under the bed, behind the door, even just the corner of your vision, there are creatures who lurk there. Creatures who have a crush on you.