A tale of a freak storm, a curious Gentleman, and an inescapable blasphemy…
Leonora and her three young wards seek shelter for the night as a storm unlike any the elder has seen arises. A secluded manor and an eccentric Sir offer them apparent safety for the night. However, safety is often an elusive and fleeting aspiration. Will the transgressions of the past be a curse they can never escape?
Note and disclaimer
“Iniquitous” is part of my personal challenge to write a short story a week, and stories in this challenge may not be epic. Write every day, even if it is crap. Challenge yourself.
I am posting “Iniquitous” fresh out of my mind without editing with the intention of revisiting the words on paper later when the original words are not fresh. I edit better that way.
I appreciate creative comments and criticism. Please do not merely say, "This story sucks." Let me know why you think it sucks. What do you feel I can do better when I do the second draft? Thanks! 😉
I know I have an issue with using extraneous that and had in my rough drafts. I am guilty of writing in passive voice in a rough draft too.
Status & Genres:
Currently Unedited, 5,022 words according to Scrivener. | Thriller, Whodunit, Paranormal, Horror
Written: Jan 4, 2018
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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