Ahdom Smith Writes

The owl’s amber eyes moved swiftly, piercing through the shadows as a faint rustling echoed from the dense foliage far below. His talons flexed in anticipation, sharp as daggers, as he scanned the moonlit forest floor. There—his next meal, a mouse, scurried between patches of moonlight, blissfully unaware of the predator lurking above. With a sudden, silent sweep of his wings, the owl launched into the air, his feathers blending seamlessly with the darkness. The mouse’s heart skipped a beat as he sensed danger, eyes darting upward just in time to see the great, winged silhouette descending upon him. He tried to bolt, but it was too late. The owl's talons closed around him, the grip unyielding, pressing the air from his tiny lungs. He fought for freedom, straining to reach the sword strapped to his side, but his arms wouldn’t budge under the owl's iron grasp. His wide eyes caught a glimpse of the yawning black hole in the side of a nearby tree, and he knew it would be hi...

"Hello?" Joseph answered, trying to mask the weariness in his voice as he glanced at the caller ID. "Hey, Joseph, it’s Logan. I need a favor," Logan’s voice buzzed through the speaker, sounding casual but with that telltale urgency Joseph had come to expect from calls like this. "Sure, Logan," Joseph replied, forcing a smile that no one could see, "What’s up?" Joseph had a reputation for being the dependable guy—the one people turned to when they needed help. Whether it was family, friends, or even casual acquaintances, he had become the go-to for last-minute favors, and he did them willingly, telling himself it was his duty, a way to fulfill some higher purpose. But lately, each favor had begun to feel like a weight tethered to his shoulders, dragging him further into exhaustion. “I have to go to this birthday party for an old friend who’s in town,” Logan continued, “And I was hoping you could watch Harrison for me.” Joseph’s heart skipped a bea...