Posts Tagged ‘shadows’

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her face as he slowly lifted the front of her shirt.
Her eyes were closed, a mix of anticipation and excitement clouded with a bit of shyness seemed to wash over her.
He felt for the edge of her bra and gently peeled it away, the soft fabric not giving him much of a fight.
As he leaned closer she arched her back towards him. His eyes still on her face he felt her nipple brush against his lips as a moan broke the seal of hers.
He started to open his mouth when a something long and slimy pushed out from her nipple, brushed past his lips, and darted into his mouth. He reflexively gagged and tried to pull away but it slid deeper down his throat, pulling him to her like a tether. He tried to look down but could see nothing as his face mashed into her bosom. When he tried to nash his teeth together it simply slipped between them like a string, only to grow inside his throat. His breath was stolen as he tried to claw at her with his hands. Each time he raked his fingernails down her skin she shivered and moaned as she cradled the back of his head with her hands and whispered, “Thank you.”
He bucked and tried to pull free, but the only thing that moved was the pile of bones beneath her bed.
The shadows outside pushed against the glass of the window as they watched.
One of them scrawled in the condensation, “Beautiful.”

Is this fiction? Maybe. Or maybe once upon a time, I was a shadow. Maybe now you know why you sometimes catch me glancing at your chest. It isn’t perversion that drives me to do such things. It’s preservation.

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Strangers

Posted: September 20, 2017 in Stories, Uncategorized
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I sat alone at 3am, staring into the darkest shadows the park had to offer, half convinced something evil lurked just out of sight.
From the highway, I could hear the cars, such a soothing sound at this distance. The low, never quite ending hum, changed only by the occasional shift in pitch depending on the vehicle, its engines, and its tires.
The leaves shook with the breeze when it decided to drag itself across the grass, sometimes pulling a faint scent of perfume to me from somewhere. Perhaps someone had dropped a bottle during a day trip or a picnic. I just smiled and welcomed the scent of jasmine.
As I sat staring out into the night I felt the bench shift and lift me up a fraction of an inch as if someone had sat next to me. I hadn’t heard anyone walking through the grass but as I turned I saw a woman sitting next to me. There was nothing menacing about her appearance and when she spoke I caught a touch of sadness quivering on her lips, “Do you remember me?”
I started to reply but she cut me off, “I’m sorry, that’s not the right question.”
I squinted but with her head down I couldn’t quite see her face until she raised her head and looked at me. I saw her eyes then, and the tears in them.
“Will you remember me?” She asked.
Before I could think to answer the park bench creaked and shifted, sitting me a tiny bit lower. She faded into the night then, without seeming to move at all.
I sat there for an hour longer before tears came to my eyes and I cried quietly. The breeze crept through my shirt and soaked into my soul, but the smell of jasmine was an hour gone.