This short horror story is a bit of backstory for Nari, the Onyrō, in my upcoming graphic novel, The Killing Stone. However, it’s a standalone spooky fiction piece about what can happen when you leave your rage unchecked.
A Tempest
Bon had just turned sixteen and should be attending high school, but his father had decided he would remain home and become a fisherman like all his ancestors before them. He insisted Bon’s skills and mind were better suited for the sea than the classroom. Bon’s mother had put it in harsher words—Bon was too simple to excel at school, mumbling something about how his name mocked her every day. Bon scowled as he steered his family’s old fishing boat out of the harbor toward the small collection of islands off the southern shores of Ōtsuki. This should be his freshman year, but instead he was trapped, smelling of bait and sea water, stuck in this sleepy rural town, a dead-end course already charted for him.
His face still stung from where his mother had slapped…