Project #2 The Grinning Reaper

This, as the title suggests, is my second current project after the sequel to Dragon's Land Book 1: Lost and Found. This project began quite a while ago as a different idea, but was reborn on a cold and cloudy day last winter. Here is a bit of it, the prologue to be specific, please enjoy!

            Bars are some of the worst places on earth to be after midnight, the reason being is that is what is known as the witching hour, and while most will pass that off as a myth a part of it is true. The darkest parts of mankind’s hearts are let loose when the darkness falls, and nightmares awaken. So yeah, this is going to sound funny but…

            A man walked into a bar…

            The bartender looked over his newest patron with some apprehension. He wasn't like the others that came in after twelve, looking to drink their problems away, he seemed to be a man on a mission, and what a mission it must be! Grim is how the bartender would later describe him as he looked his new customer up and down, he was tall and lean, standing at least 6’ 5” or taller, with a scraggly five-o-clock shadow and long black hair that fell to his shoulders.

            He was dressed in a long black coat that fell to his ankles and covered whatever was underneath, except for the spotless black shoes that clacked as the dark man approached the counter, doubtless to order a drink. The man’s pale skin clashed harshly with his dark eyes that bored into the bartender’s very soul as he squeaked out all that he could manage under such an imposing presence.

            “W-What can I get you sir?” the bartender wasn't normally this polite, but those eyes… They belonged to a man who deserved some respect at least.

            The man spoke in a voice that was heavy, deep, and careworn, “A glass of anything, I won’t be here long.” He sat down on one of the stools and grabbed the glass away as soon as the bartender had finished filling it. The man drank down the hard liquor with an expressionless face, he seemed to be waiting for something to happen, and was only drinking to pass the time.

            The bar had gone silent as soon as the stranger had walked in, and it remained so for some time until the stranger himself broke the silence. He put down his fourth shot and caught the hapless bartender in his unyielding gaze. “The dreams of a drunkard are filled with the sorrows and nightmares that he tries in vain to drown. All in all, a perfect hunting ground.” 


There you go! More to come, haven't made much progress on this one yet, still only on Chapter 1, but the planning for it is done, it just needs to be written.

--Thanking God for my talents
-The Scribe