Novels by Poison Hemlock

Uncle Joseph spent some time that morning telling me stories about their lives. I've learned that they also rely on farming for their living, and one of his greatest sources of pride is the fact that they picked and ground the coffee he gave me. They lead a straightforward life. The only reason I could listen to him tell stories is because he makes me think of my father. We used to sit in a field and tell each other tales while laughing. We were just having fun at that point, so I never once considered losing him. I also never considered that he may genuinely be a werewolf as has been rumoured. When Aunt Lany wakes up, she invites me to go with her to the local market. We headed in the direction of the town. Their house is located in front of a muddy lane where Ador, the driver who has helped me, parked. Only after hearing Aunt Lany mention him did I learn his name. She stated that because they had previously worked on a plantation, they were extremely close friends. She also met

The elderly couple greeted me without questioning me as to why I was running on the road or how I got blood on my clothes. Instead, they gave me a warm smile. I was relieved that I was not asked questions since I truly don't know how to respond to them effectively without frightening them.The woman reassured me, possibly because they saw how frail I appeared, "You'll be safe here." She then gave me a warm smile. Her spouse placed an arm on her shoulder and did the same. "Please tell us your name, young lady.” Her lips moved a little.I dropped my sight and hesitantly said, "A-Arllette Kimble."She gave me a head pat.She gestured with her hand, “You can call me Aunt Lany. He is Joseph. You can call him your uncle.”My eyes started to water being glad that they were accepting me despite me being just a stranger. I cannot believe that after all the bullying and even killing that I have witnessed, there are still people like them. I guess, the world is not as evil as I once believed.“

I woke up at a sideroad, still feeling disoriented. I looked around to see where I was, only to realize that it was still close to our village. Memories from last night started to flash in my head… My father and brother had been murdered by our villagers. I am all alone and have nowhere to hide. My family must be cursed, but what have we done to deserve this fate? All we did was figure out how to get by each day. How could this life be so cruel to us? While brushing away all the tears that had begun to pour from my eyes ceaselessly, I realized that there were no signs of my injuries last night. Aside from that, the bruises that I received from being punched last night were also gone. I'm positive that yesterday left me battered and hurt. My clothing being covered in dried blood is another proof that I was deeply hurt. Could I possibly recover that quickly? Or did I spend a long period unconscious? The latter, however, seemed to be inconceivable because I had a feeling that it had

I was unable to look away from the werewolf in front of us. Its size...was twice as big as my father, and it has greyish hair. My father is huge and has a massive manly build. However, this werewolf was dreadfully enormous. I won't accept that the creature in front of me is my father. I could still see the blood trickling from its abdomen even though it was in this form. In fact, it is only getting worse. Unable to comprehend what we had seen in front of us, my brother took a step behind. His voice was full of doubt and concern as he murmured, "F-father." His right upper lip was quivering. The werewolf shifted his attention to my brother. Our gazes briefly met before shifting to my brother. The eyes made it clear that it was him…our father. Although the body and hair we are seeing do not resemble our father's, the eyes reveal otherwise. Gasps filled my ears. I have nearly forgotten that we are in a life-and-death situation right now. “You filthy beast!” “You really are the mo

“W-We need to leave!”My father is undoubtedly frightened. The moment he said those words, his voice trembled. I, on the other hand, find it difficult to respond when all I could think about was to stop the blood on his abdomen from leaking. I hurried over to my father's place without anything in my hand. I applied pressure on his wound with both of my hands. My father, however, grabbed my wrist firmly before I could even call out for my brother to assist me. “Arllette… we need to get going”, he said, clearly in a rush. He's more agitated than ever. I could not ask why he had such a terrible cut on his abdomen or why we were leaving so abruptly. However, I do have a thought in mind, and they are responsible this for sure.I turned to look at Alby, my puppy. When I noticed that her eyes were closed, my heart broke. There was no sign of her chest rising and falling; it was in constant and at rest. I turned my head away from her right away, I couldn't look at her that way. As much as I