Drabble Wednesday: Dark Roads and Wrong Turns
Today, on Drabble Wednesday, I bring you hungry things, temptation indulged, and the horrors under the stairs...
Angels and Bunnies
I think I’m dead. I’m staring at an angel. Sitting on a swing holding a bunny.“He’s my pet. And you’re not dead. Not yet.” Huh? She knew what I was thinking? “Oh, yes, your thoughts are clear. But I’m no angel.” Oh. I must be dreaming. “In a way. You’re hallucinating from my venom.” Venom? “Yes. Injected when I bit you. You took a wrong turn last evening, walking in the park.” Bit me? Walk? Wait. I did take a walk. “Yes. And crossed my path. Too bad for you. I’m hungry, you see. And so is the bunny.”
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Seduction
Why did I listen? Why did I leave the village with the wizard? It wasn’t his handsome face, or his beautiful voice, or those honeyed words he whispered in my ear. I knew he spun me lies, that he meant none of the promises spilling from his silver tongue. I followed him anyway. I knew he’d lead me where I wanted to go. Take me to the place I needed to be. I used him. Now he’s a bleeding sacrifice on my altar, and I’m in the arms of my god. Death has finally accepted my offering. Accepted my love.
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The Bottom of the Stairs
“Don’t go downstairs.” “Stay away from the lower chamber.” “No one who wanders down there ever comes back.” The warnings echoed in my head as I stood at the top of the staircase. The steps spiralled down into darkness. It wasn’t hard to believe the stories of unnatural creatures living beneath the castle proper. If only I hadn’t dropped the letter. I didn’t want to go, but I needed to retrieve it. I started downstairs, my tread echoing off the wood. I sighed when my foot touched the bottom. Find the letter. Climb back up. Then something grabbed my ankle...
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
Angels and Bunnies
I think I’m dead. I’m staring at an angel. Sitting on a swing holding a bunny.“He’s my pet. And you’re not dead. Not yet.” Huh? She knew what I was thinking? “Oh, yes, your thoughts are clear. But I’m no angel.” Oh. I must be dreaming. “In a way. You’re hallucinating from my venom.” Venom? “Yes. Injected when I bit you. You took a wrong turn last evening, walking in the park.” Bit me? Walk? Wait. I did take a walk. “Yes. And crossed my path. Too bad for you. I’m hungry, you see. And so is the bunny.”
~*~
Seduction
Why did I listen? Why did I leave the village with the wizard? It wasn’t his handsome face, or his beautiful voice, or those honeyed words he whispered in my ear. I knew he spun me lies, that he meant none of the promises spilling from his silver tongue. I followed him anyway. I knew he’d lead me where I wanted to go. Take me to the place I needed to be. I used him. Now he’s a bleeding sacrifice on my altar, and I’m in the arms of my god. Death has finally accepted my offering. Accepted my love.
~*~
The Bottom of the Stairs
“Don’t go downstairs.” “Stay away from the lower chamber.” “No one who wanders down there ever comes back.” The warnings echoed in my head as I stood at the top of the staircase. The steps spiralled down into darkness. It wasn’t hard to believe the stories of unnatural creatures living beneath the castle proper. If only I hadn’t dropped the letter. I didn’t want to go, but I needed to retrieve it. I started downstairs, my tread echoing off the wood. I sighed when my foot touched the bottom. Find the letter. Climb back up. Then something grabbed my ankle...
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
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