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"For first place: S. K. InkSlinger who wrote the short story The Beast of Stone.
The Beast of Stone was full of mystery and suspense. It had a very frightful turn for the worse. It was full of great detail. I would thoroughly recommend this book to any of you horror loving readers out there looking for a good scary short story to read."

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First book of The Pits of Fear horror short stories collection.

“And they lived happily ever after...” The bard finished with a contented sigh, his lips pursed in a romantic gesture that followed every single one of his cheesy tales of romance.


“Ooi, shut yer trap, Radast!” A portly man bellowed from the other side of the campfire. The blazing flames danced, casting wild shadows amidst the three men, lighting up his face in a ruddy glow.

“I’m sick of all yer stupid romances! This prince meets that gal, then they live happily ever after.” The man spat out in disgust, his face contorting with poorly-disguised contempt. “Bah! I tell you!”

“How about yer tell a story of your own, huh, Olfrid?” The bard, whose name was Radast, spoke up in a rush of anger.

“Although I think you ain’t up for it, being a half-arse who could hardly even appreciate a proper story, one as told by meself. They too good for your mud-choked ears, I bet.”

Before the two men went against one another in a spar, a third man, his fair hair plastered wetly against his forehead, stepped in between them.

“Just stop it, both of yer. We aren’t here to kill one ‘nother, aren’t we?” Even softly spoken, his voice carried a certain authority that was registered by the two men.

Radast sat down first, a mutely rebellious expression upon his face, followed by Olfrid, who was still cursing and muttering hotly under his breath.

“We’re here as comrades, Olfrid. It will be good to remember that.” The sickly looking man gazed over at the still-muttering Olfrid. Without any warning, he bent over in a fit, coughing up a splotch of black blood. In a raspy voice, he continued,

“Radast had offered to tell us a story today, and we should appreciate it.” He gestured to the scowling bard.

“You already told yours yesterday, Olfrid, and mine the day before. With my conditions, I certainly don’t feel like tellin’ ya goons some wee stories today. Or do you disagree?” The man motioned at the portly Olfrid, daring him to go up against his verdict.

Olfrid bent his head down in a gesture of defeat, and a corner of the man’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “But we still could still have entertainment tonight, I think.” Scanning the edges of the camp, he shouted,

“Hey, you there!” He called out to a figure, humped just beyond the flickering flames of the campfire. “Do come over here for a wee bit, if yer don’t mind!”

The figure gathered himself up, his dark shawls brushing against the earthy forest floor. He is a new addition to the trio of traveling merchants, whom they had just met in the last town they stopped to trade with. The man had asked to join them with the reason that he was doing an errand for a friend up the country, and was afraid to traverse the dark woods alone.

For the last two days, the man had kept to himself, eating alone and talking in what had seemed more like a whisper to himself. Radast and Olfrid had kept away from him, both in superstitious fear and lack of curiosity, but, Harold, the head of their party, harbored no such feelings.

“Come, sit by us, kind stranger!” Harold greeted warmly. With a friendly gesture, he motioned at the two other merchants,

“Me and mah friends, we had already ran out of stories. Being a member of our traveling party now, would yer like to share one of yers?” His tone was amiable, but it also held a certain firmness to it, such that the offer couldn’t be easily refused.

The man spoke up clearly, in what had seemed like the first time in days, “If you people would like to.” His voice was deep and sonorous, like a minstrel’s, and carry well across the silence of the dark forest. That piqued the curiosity of the trio sitting around the fireplace, and they bent over in anticipation of the story.

“There was once a group of travelers, merchants all, traveling through the heart of a deep, dark forest. There were four of them, as there are four of us now.” The stranger glanced at the faces of men surrounding the campfire. A shadow hid half of his face, rendering an air of mystery to the tale.

“Having traverse through the forest for the whole day, the group came to a halt at a small clearing. One of the men slipped away from the group of four, while his friends were busy setting up their camp for the night. The man was parched, almost dying with thirst. With this spurring him onward, he blundered through the ominous forest. Without friend, and utterly alone…”

As if to torment his listeners, the man lifted up his mug and slowly tipped its contents against his lips. Streams of wine, dark crimson in the dim light, flowed languidly and trickled down his chin. The trio of men gazed at him, feeling as if they could die with curiosity, as the man finally finished his drink. With the wine smeared across his lips, the man could have been drinking blood in this poor, flickering light.

In a deep, sonorous tone, he continued, “Alone, the man ventured far and wide, looking for pools and forest springs from which he could drink from. At last, after fruitless hours of searching, the merchant stumbled onto a vast, clear spring.”

At this point in the story, Radast stood up and excused himself, saying that he needed to tend to nature’s calling. Harold nodded his head distractedly before gesturing at the stranger to continue.

“Its water was luminous, clear as glass, and smelled faintly of jasmine and wildflowers. The man had no hesitation as he jumped into the pool and gulped thirstily. Humming gleefully, he spent some time there, washing off his road stains and relinquishing his thirst.”

“Just as he was about to leave the pool in search for his friends, the man felt it. He couldn’t move. Could not budge his limps, however hard he tried. With increasing fright, he glanced down at his own body and shrieked. His pale skin was slowly turning to stone, from the bare tips of his hands and feet, up to spread all across his body.”

“As he howled and cried in agony, the man’s screams were gradually replaced by a more guttural sound, the roars and howls of a beast. His eyes glowed like shards of ambers, bright and harsh as firelight. Fangs, sharp as sickles, erupted from his jaws. Claws, pointed as ebon knives, protruded from his fingers. With a beastly howl, the Tylu made of stone leaped out of the spring and prowled off into the night, searching its prey, its bloodlust never satiated.”

Pausing for effect, the stranger glanced at the men surrounding him amidst the firelight.

“Legend says that the Tylu still prowled these woods, hunting for its prey in the cover of night.” He eyed the duo with a sincerity that brought an unbidden chill deep into their bones.

“It says that the Tylu could disguise itself as humans, and sometimes travel along with them in groups.” The stranger’s tone had shifted into an eerie whisper that set the backs of Harold’s and Olfrid’s necks prickling.

 "It blended in with its preys, where it waited patiently until the deep of night. When all were asleep, the Tylu would crept into their tents, and devoured them to the bones. Before any of its preys could scream, lest manage an escape. Only remnants of the travelers’ tents and smears of blood would be left the next morning, to be identified by other passersby. To warn them.”

The stranger’s tone was chilling as rasped on, “To caution them. That these woods are prowled by the Tylu. And they would need to beware.” Looking up, he gazed right into the eyes of the two men,

“Such that the old rhyme goes,”



Four travelers walk into the forest

One went alone, left them unsaid

Became the Tylu, who’s made of stone

Devour its victims, deep to the bone



At this, Olfrid shivered against a non-existent breeze. Harold rubbed at his arms, futilely trying to hid the goosebumps that had sprouted up along his bare flesh. Just before they could make any remark, Radast appeared from behind a row of hedges, his hair a wild tangle.

“Where in God’s name had yer been, Radast?” Olfrid shouted at the bard, trying to put on as much a brave air as possible. “Yer miss the whole goddamn tale!”

“Surrey, I got lost!” Radast swore in frustration, “Darnnit, had the story ended?”

While moving back toward his place by the fire, Radast noticed something queer in the shifting form of the stranger’s shadow. They were not in the shape of a man, but a monstrous beast. Its fangs like sickles, claws like knives, hunched over like a beast waiting for its prey.

Blasted angels, I must have been having too much to drink to be this fanciful. The bard mused drunkenly as he slumped onto his spot on the forest floor. Just as he went down, he caught the stranger’s pale eyes, bright as shards of ambers in this starless night.

Regaining his air of composure, Harold coughed, drawing all of the men’s attention toward him.

“It’s gettin’ late, ya’ll. We should try to catch some sleep before morn. I will take the first watch myself, if no one disagrees.” His voice rang loud and clear across the heavy silence of the forest, startling a few bats from their trees.

Still somewhat spooked out, the other men broke apart and went back to their respective tents. By the time the rain started pelting down, most of them had already gone into a fitful sleep.


The stranger shifted and squirmed uncomfortably in his furs, struggling with the idea of falling asleep. As if to make matters worse, the rain battering against his tent had found an opening, and ice-cold droplets made its way onto his bare skin. Just when he thought sleep was enclosing over him, there were noises.

They were soft, tap tap tap, against the folds of his tent, near the entrance. Frowning, he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and threaded groggily toward the opening. He was more than surprised to found the three companions standing before his tent, drenched in the maddening rain.

“What are you lot doing here?” The stranger questioned, his tone made crabby by the lack of sleep. “It’s late in the night, and raining cats and dogs out here.” Despite his irritation, the man’s voice was tinged with a thinly veiled curiosity.

“What about the other three?” Radast inquired. His voice was cold as marble, lacking any emotions.

“What? I can’t hear you.” The stranger shouted over the din of the brewing storm.

“What about the other three?” Olfrid asked. His voice was strangely low and guttural, like a beast’s growl.

“You mean the tale?” The stranger cursed and swore vehemently, almost spitting out his words of rage, “Why in god’s blasted name would you come in the middle of the night, asking after a damn folk story? Off with you!”

“What about the other three?” Harold whispered hollowly. Glancing up, the stranger saw that his eyes too, had a hollow look to them. No – they were not hollow. They were shards of amber, bright as firelight in this dark, cloudy night. The two other men had eyes like this. They stared at him, flashing the most horrible of smiles.

With a flash of lightning illuminating the forest, he saw that the three had skin as smooth as stone. Their fangs were sharp as sickles, their claws like knives. The stranger gave one final scream as his blood gushed out in a fountain, painting the nighttime forest a lurid red.


Four travelers walk into the forest

One went alone, left them unsaid

Became the Tylu, who’s made of stone

Devour its victims, deep to the bone

Beware, travelers, or they will find you

Caught you unaware, as one of your own





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Submitted: November 02, 2016

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That was not quite the ending I had expected, but that was smart. I loved how you named your characters. Mine are always named, like, Bob, Jon, Andrew, or George. I also loved the language you used. It made the story worth reading. The characters also had voices of their own, which gave the story a better feel to it.

Tue, November 8th, 2016 4:54pm


Thank you so much, Bruvton, and glad you enjoyed the story! This is one of my first attempts at writing a horror genre story, and I was trying to figure out a method to create a mood of suspense for the reader. I'm overjoyed that you enjoyed the twist at the end, as it really took sometime thinking that out!

Tue, November 8th, 2016 9:50pm


Very scary! I loved your use of language and your descriptive details. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It'll make good competition for the other writers in my contest. Great job!

Mon, November 14th, 2016 3:02am


Thank you so much, Crazygirl! I am overjoyed that you love the short story. It is one of my first story in the horror genre, so to receive such a heartfelt compliment is beyond my expectation! This will really motivate me to continually improve myself and produce more tales worthy of competitions!

Sun, November 13th, 2016 7:11pm


Spooky! I liked it a lot. Especially your talent with descriptions, you're really good with that!

Wed, November 30th, 2016 3:52am


Thank you so much for the positive feedback, Siriuslyriddikulus! I put a lot of effort into painting the scene in a rural, medieval-ish fantasy setting, the story revolving around the campfire tale. Glad you loved the short story!

Tue, November 29th, 2016 9:17pm

Anonymous Red

WOW!! Omg I was really not expecting that ending!!. I read this lying in bed and I honestly sat up with goosebumps and thinking "Oh hheelll nnooo" as I was reading towards the end. I honestly recommend this to anyone, this horror story was well and smartly thought out, it was original and it's something I'd never read or heard before. This is a true masterpiece.

Sun, December 11th, 2016 4:49am


I'm overjoyed that you had such a response from reading my story, Anonymous Red! I spent sometime over the ending, so I am truly gladdened that you like it. Your compliments are what every writers have always dreamt of when they started their works, so to say that I am touched by your words would be an understatement.

Sun, December 11th, 2016 4:19am


Whoa... That was amazing.Great plot twist at the end there I didn't see it coming. Keep up the good work and I can't wait to see what you come up with next.

Mon, December 12th, 2016 2:30am


*smiles contentedly* I'm glad that you like the plot twist. I had started writing this story for one of the official competitions. With all the attention it is receiving right now, however, even if I wouldn't win, the pursuit would have been more than worth it! I will definitely keep you up to date with my future works!

Sun, December 11th, 2016 7:03pm

Renard Sarcastique

I think you did a wonderful job with this short story! It's the type of horror that is not too overly gruesome, but it still gives you a fright. As someone who always worries about the names of characters I think you gave your characters fantastic names, memorable ones. I love the twist that you put at the end! I had thought it was the new traveler who had told them the tale, based on the paragraph where Radast sees something about the stranger. Then seeing as how it was the three travelers all along, well, it just made the story all the more exciting! Very well done and great job! I'm definitely going to read more of your short stories.

Mon, December 19th, 2016 4:54pm


I am truly touched by your compliment, Renard! It's been a while since anyone gave such a thorough review on one of my stories, and I really appreciate you for it. I try to portray this story in a light that is as realistic as possiblel. I went along with the character names and portrayed their rural accents to create a deep-forest campfire atmosphere. As they say, only in the dark forests could true fear be evoked in the eyes of men. Thank you for the review, Renard, and I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Stay tuned on my future works!

Mon, December 19th, 2016 6:46pm

unmasked delusions

Wow, good work. This was so great, such a chilling atmosphere you created. Your descriptions are on point and they gave your story such an authentic feel. Unique style too. Congrats for the win!

Thu, December 22nd, 2016 9:28pm


Thank you so much for the compliments and congratulations, Unmasked Delusions! I'm so glad you enjoyed the short story. I will be writing another horror-genre short story soon. Readers who love The Beast of Stone would be sure to love it, so do check it out!

Thu, December 22nd, 2016 6:11pm


A very scary story! I really like the plot twist at the end.

Sat, December 31st, 2016 7:37am


Thank you for the positive feedback. I'm glad you like the story!

Fri, December 30th, 2016 11:39pm

Jason Crager

This is very well written story, I enjoyed it start to finish. For horror, one of the main aspects to a successful piece is the writer's ability to create atmosphere, which you have done beautifully. As a descriptive writer myself, I naturally search for flaws in description when reading the work of others. I assure you, it's not on purpose, just purely habit. That being said, your descriptions in this story are fantastic. I respect your talent and look forward to having a bit of my work appear along side yours in the next edition of THE RONIN EXPRESS. Keep writing, I see a bright future for you as an author.

Sat, December 31st, 2016 8:48pm


I'm feeling ecstatic by your wonderful comment, Ronin. Thank you so much for the kind words! I had spent some time adjusting and creating the atmosphere in The Beast of Stone, so to hear that people love it really gladdened me. I truly thank you for the powerful encouragement in writing. I will certainly keep on improving my skills along this long route toward my future goal. In the end, I'm glad to have my work published along a writer such as you, and will look forward to seeing our works on The Ronin Express!

Sat, December 31st, 2016 11:05pm

Jaymes Micheals

nice man, i like the detail you put into your characters. i think thats what kept me reading. The twist at the end was just a plus.

Sat, January 14th, 2017 1:48am


I'm sincerely glad you followed through my various works, Jaymes! Positive feedback like yours are what keep me writing. :)

Fri, January 13th, 2017 8:07pm


I thought it would either be the stranger or Radast, I therefore did not see that coming. It's neat how you learned to use their old language dialect like that. It was really good. I agree with all the comments down below, and I loved the plot twist too. Incorporating the poem into it like that/prophecy type thing was interesting, too. It all fits together. Review with a little help from the people down below. I think I want to try and write a horror story soon someday.

Tue, March 7th, 2017 12:31am


I'm really glad you enjoyed the story, WitnertheWhiteWolf! Thank you so much for the compliments. You are the first person to point out the use of old dialects in the story, and I truly appreciate the fact that you did pick it out. *beam proudly* I picked up the this writing style from reading Patrick Rothfuss's "The Name of the Wind". While writing my story, I think it would be much more fitting if Radast and the others uses a more rural-ish accent, rather than grammatically perfect english. That offers a different origin and styles from the character of the stranger, who did not come from these areas and speaks in a rather more standardized version of the language. As for the poem, I did came up with it on the spot, and put it in an important role for the further unraveling of the story. In the end, I would like to thank you again for giving this positive feed back, and for reading my work of writing. :)

Mon, March 6th, 2017 9:34pm


I thought it would either be the stranger or Radast, I therefore did not see that coming. It's neat how you learned to use their old language dialect like that. It was really good. I agree with all the comments down below, and I loved the plot twist too. Incorporating the poem into it like that/prophecy type thing was interesting, too. It all fits together. Review with a little help from the people down below. I think I want to try and write a horror story soon someday.

Tue, March 7th, 2017 12:36am


I will write my review later. I already tried 100 billion times, I enjoyed the story, but I will send the full review later. It's not ur fault.

Tue, March 7th, 2017 1:00am


Guess I already did, then.

Tue, March 7th, 2017 1:01am


Also pretty cool cover.

Tue, March 7th, 2017 1:01am


Thank you! Found the picture on the internet, hahah.

Mon, March 6th, 2017 9:35pm


Amazing story. I liked how you managed to end such fine unique story within 2024 words.

Fri, March 24th, 2017 4:58am


Thank you so much for the positive feedback, Alpharetz. I'm glad you enjoyed the story!

Thu, March 23rd, 2017 11:12pm

Neo The One

Wow!! I liked your story a lot!! I was not expecting such a twist though but I liked it..
Great work !!

Sat, May 20th, 2017 12:20pm


Thank you so much for the positive comment, Neo! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :)

Sat, May 20th, 2017 7:38am

Connor Ramirez

I really enjoyed reading this thank you very much. I could see the effort and attention to detail. I will definitely read more of your work.

Wed, July 5th, 2017 9:51am


I really appreciate your feedback on the story, Connor, thank you so much! If you are a lover of thriller/ suspense short stories, my two other short stories: The Fluttering Heartbeat and The Creeping Shadows might also suit your taste.

Wed, July 5th, 2017 4:02am


That was good , S.K. Loved the characterization you did with your language phonetics. I seriously read it the way I've heard it in many a movie. Great build in the intensity of the story being told as a story. Nice ending too.
Most people don't pay attention to the words of the story well enough to understand that a twist was going to happen, but in the poem you represented where "Four travelers walk into the forest. One went alone, left them unsaid" everyone always assumes that the one alone is the one being victimized first, but never think about the three that were left. Good job. I'll definitely check out more from you.

Wed, July 5th, 2017 5:18pm


I appreciate the way you pay meticulous attention to the story's details, and wonder what will happen to the three remaining travelers going through the forest. Those types of thoughts were often on my mind while watching thriller/ suspense/ mystery filmes as well, and they had developed over the years to cultivate into my love for clever twists and turns in my story writing. I'm glad you enjoyed the story, Akumakaze!

Thu, July 6th, 2017 1:41am


Fun story! I love the ending. It's definitely a different take on the camp fire story. :)

Sun, July 9th, 2017 2:19pm


I'm glad you enjoyed the tale and its twist at the end, Rubianne. Thank you for the feedback! :)

Mon, July 10th, 2017 1:14am

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