Curse Us All

By Armada Volya

The doctor, knowing that he would fail, ran through the small streets, hoping against all hope that he might be able to at least save the two siblings. This time he was going to do the right thing, even if he failed, even if he was killed for it. He refused to stand by and let more people die, refused to be haunted by their dead faces in his sleep.
Robert Finch reached the house and knocked on the door. No answer. He ran to the back, hoping that perhaps a window might be opened. The sounds of the mob reached him. The shouts were getting louder with every second. Desperation and fear surged through Robert as he lifted a stone and threw it into the kitchen window. Glass broke into a thousand fragments. What was he doing? He was too late; he knew it before he threw the rock. He’d only get himself killed.
At last, Robert heard Fredrick’s dragging feet make their way to the front door. Fredrick just reached the kitchen when the door broke and let the blood hungry mob in.
Robert sat silently under a bush and listened to the angry screams, the killing and then silence.
Tears rolled down Robert’s face. He failed.
Would he have the courage to even try to save the next unfortunate victim of this madness? Did he do everything to save Fredrick? Or his children?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Armada Volya
• Release date: Feb 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311534095

Armada Volya

I am an artist who prefers drawing cute, adorable flowers and a writer who goes for not so cute and adorable monsters. Although I was telling fantastical stories since early childhood (telling my mom that someone else peed in my pants), I had never realized that I was actually any good at it until Vincent ( my husband) whipped me into shape and told me to shut up and start writing.On one wonderful fall day Vincent told me to try my hand in writing short stories, to which I replied that I could never write a short story because I would suck at it and my grammar is bad because English is my third language and so on and so forth. Long story short, Vincent wakes up the next day and I present him with my first short story."You just told me you can't write," said Vincent. And then he read the story that I, the woman who had always painted colorful, adorable flowers, had written. It was a very dark story about OCD vampires (no seriously, OCD vampires can be very scary.)And that was the beginning of The Kairan Curse, which ended up being broken down into 3 collections of short stories and notelets.

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