A Phiuthrag ’s a Phiuthar
Hello, everyone! With finals week right at my doorstep, I'm going to be extremely busy (ðŸ˜). With my English portfolio completed, I've decided to post the pieces here! This flash fiction piece was one of the first I ever wrote for the class. It was inspired by one of my close friend's who traveled to Ireland and brought me back a beautiful amethyst necklace (if you're reading this, love you pookie!). Hope you enjoy! A Phiuthrag 's a Phiuthar The thick stench of wet smoke and rain burned my nostrils as I approached the banshee, her violet cloak obscuring her face. Deafening cries erupted from the figure, heralding the imminent demise of one unlucky soul. My thoughts wandered to my sister, bedridden and pale. As I came to a standstill in front of the specter before me, a timid yet daring plea left my mouth. “Can you help me?” As suddenly as her wails began, the spirit stopped. Silence settled, thick and heavy, until all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. As ...