I think I'd need to go look at wherever section the stores use for horror these days.
That would be the general fiction section, IF they stock any horror at all.
Monty ,'Trash'
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I think I'd need to go look at wherever section the stores use for horror these days.
That would be the general fiction section, IF they stock any horror at all.
(blowing raspberries at Scott)
(in a kind way, of course)
I liked it too, Cindy. I was just writing, not posting, though.
erika, yours had me crying.
I'm sorry. Now I'll have to write nothing but wiseassed carnage for weeks to get my rep back!
erika and Cindy, those were both wonderful. Cindy, I know that urge so well. And erika...well, there aren't really words.
Damn allergies.
Dang, now mine seems all mean and bitter.
Drabblement: Talisman
The last thing she feels, after the hands pulling her into the alley, the teeth gnawing at her neck, and her limbs going cold, is the cross clutched in her hand. "Father, help me..." she prays, more to the one who'd given it to her than the one crucified on it.
The first thing it feels as it wakes, before the raging thirst or the drive to hunt, is the burning thing clutched in its hand. It hisses in pain as it flings the tiny object away.
Cindy, erika, I thought yours were lovely.
Joe - wish I'd written that!
Joe, whooooeeey. Good one.
Joe, me likey much!
Here's mine: Talisman.
It’s just a rock. A smooth, tan rock that fits comfortably in my palm. You’d think that it would leave marks from me clutching it so tightly, but it doesn’t. It feels cool. And solid. It grounds me to the earth. But more importantly, it connects me to the others. The men and women with wigs, hats and scarves covering their now-bald heads. I feel the good vibes they imbued into my rock. I need those good vibes while I wait.
And wait.
And wait.