Austin Briggs's Blog, page 49
October 13, 2012
A New Doll
Lily loved dolls. This new one felt rubbery, not plastic; real baby tears. She shook it to make it cry again. Didn’t work – batteries must be dead. Mummy left this one on the floor when she answered the telephone. It cried on its own – Lily shook it to make it stop. It did, finally.
Mark Brown.
A New Doll is a post from: Aztec Books
Rusted Cuff
Straining until my muscles tear, I can’t break free. The rusted cuff binding me is made of stronger stuff than me, and I realise what the saw is for. I move my wedding ring to my free hand, and grit my teeth and think about my family. The saw takes my flesh greedily.
Rusted Cuff is a post from: Aztec Books
Love Bites
“Love bites,” I whispered and pounded the wooden stake deep within my lover’s heart. I thrust it into his chest. Deeper and deeper, until his cold, steel heart quit beating. Thump, thump, thump….
His yellow eyes glassed over, the undead was dead. “That’s what you get for taking a bite out of my best friend.”
Love Bites is a post from: Aztec Books
Growing Up
The young woman brushes a blonde curl from the doll’s face before placing it in the display case.
“I love you, Dolly,” she says as she pulls the doll’s string.
“I love you,” Dolly replies.
“Goodbye, Dolly,” the woman says as she leaves the darkened store.
Dolly giggles, “You’re never too old for Dolly.”
Growing Up is a post from: Aztec Books
Love is Fatherhood
Brightness and the gloom of death held him, the ship had malfunctioned above the planet. Light shattered his eyes as the spacecraft exploded. His sons face flashed in his mind, then the shoot opened above the town of Roswell and before becoming unconsciousness the alien wondered if the natives were friendly.
Love is Fatherhood is a post from: Aztec Books
The Voice
Love is a voice that ensnares your heart. In Hell this was a rare event. Even the succubi in Hell have voices like chainsaws ripping through steel. I fell in love with that voice. Unfortunately it couldn’t be. No demon could ever wed one of the damned souls. But I could still enjoy her screams.
The Voice is a post from: Aztec Books
October 10, 2012
Love, One Shovelful At A Time
Terrance pushed the spade into the ground. Tired muscles screaming, he flung the dirt over his shoulder. “Almost there, Love”.
Terrance continued digging.
Finally, the shovel hit wood.
Prying the lid loose, an awful stench assaulted him.
Terrance looked up, “done, Love.”
“Put him with the others”, she replied, dropping in a child-sized body bag.
Love, One Shovelful At A Time is a post from: Aztec Books
October 9, 2012
Immortal Love
Away she flew with his heart in the dead of night. Her fangs still aligned with drippings of his sweet gore. He is left in awe at her distant presence, as his eyes begin to close. Thirsty vampire love is what remains hidden within this cave; off the coast of The Valley of the Moon.
Immortal Love is a post from: Aztec Books
Hunger
She was standing on the front porch again this morning, still wearing his letter jacket.
Yesterday she’d paced there for hours. He’d dumped her over a year ago because she was too clingy, but it would take a headshot to be free of her now.
She was, he’d found, even worse as a zombie.
Hope.
Hunger is a post from: Aztec Books
Love is… Unconditional
The werewolf’s eyes dance greedily over his lover’s form, silhouetted against the window. She hums, washing the dishes, blissfully unaware of his presence. She still believes he is chained in the basement of their home. Those chains did not hold him tonight. She will finally understand what it means to be loved by a werewolf.
Love is… Unconditional is a post from: Aztec Books
