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Stalkers
Snow fell at twilight and I was quickly sliding into darkness;
wrapped in wool and flannel, swallowed by overcoat.
The wind blew harsh to my lips, the whistle-sting kiss burning matchsticks.
Screams rung in my ears as my blood-shot eyes tried to find someplace warm, someplace secluded where I could still my tattered mind.
I was being followed, their weight could be heard drudging through the snow with the same pace as mine.
I knew the scent, found it worn on a shop clerk back in town;
she had the eyes of ferocity, flames that told you she was anything but docile.
Tired or not my blood ran hot, savoring the thought of her flesh to my naked wrath and hellbent hungers.
Slipping down the east trail I took the direction of the moon, it was covered by cloud, yet still glowed enough light to know where I was headed.
Echos of groans reverberated from the trees, passing by eyes that peered from behind firs, like diamond daggers awaiting a kill.
My destination slowly took form, a tired old cottage at the bottom of the hollar; one used by every hunter in the area, some point in their life.
I lifted the wooden latch scraping my feet at the entrance.
The stale smell of must and old cigars permeated the wood and rag-tag furniture, awaiting life to be breathed once more into it.
I threw my tied-up belongs onto the make-shift couch and took my coat off to ready a proper fire.
a tee-pee made of sticks with a skirting of crumpled pamphlets would do the trick; warmth and proper lighting was needed for this long-awaited evening.
Two minutes pass, the proper timing to add the perfect log, then look back to my spoils of the day; still bound tightly by the neon rope I had in the garage.
She had said her name was Rose, I had already seen the name tag but I thought it best to let her speak, all she wanted.
I tore the duct-tape from her lips leaving a red squared stain across her face.
She didn't scream, I must say it surprised me, they usually do.
I pulled out my favourite knife and told her if she would stay still; I would cut her free from her bonds.
She nodded, calm as you please but with that fire raging full now, I couldn't tell which had more flames; her eyes or the burning wood.
I knelt in front of her smelling the waft of perfume as my knife sliced through the rope with ease; knowing how easily it would soon cut into her flesh.
Her hands moved quick and all I saw was a flash followed by the druggy feeling of wanting to sleep.
The floor felt cold against my face as her hot breath whispered in my ear,"Don't You worry now, not a bit of you will go to waste"
As she flashed my knife in front of my eyes, laying her gun to the side.
I felt the warm streams cross my face while her silhouette slowly filleted strips from some unknown part of me.
What a strange dream I thought; slipping further away, crawling deeper into black.
wrapped in wool and flannel, swallowed by overcoat.
The wind blew harsh to my lips, the whistle-sting kiss burning matchsticks.
Screams rung in my ears as my blood-shot eyes tried to find someplace warm, someplace secluded where I could still my tattered mind.
I was being followed, their weight could be heard drudging through the snow with the same pace as mine.
I knew the scent, found it worn on a shop clerk back in town;
she had the eyes of ferocity, flames that told you she was anything but docile.
Tired or not my blood ran hot, savoring the thought of her flesh to my naked wrath and hellbent hungers.
Slipping down the east trail I took the direction of the moon, it was covered by cloud, yet still glowed enough light to know where I was headed.
Echos of groans reverberated from the trees, passing by eyes that peered from behind firs, like diamond daggers awaiting a kill.
My destination slowly took form, a tired old cottage at the bottom of the hollar; one used by every hunter in the area, some point in their life.
I lifted the wooden latch scraping my feet at the entrance.
The stale smell of must and old cigars permeated the wood and rag-tag furniture, awaiting life to be breathed once more into it.
I threw my tied-up belongs onto the make-shift couch and took my coat off to ready a proper fire.
a tee-pee made of sticks with a skirting of crumpled pamphlets would do the trick; warmth and proper lighting was needed for this long-awaited evening.
Two minutes pass, the proper timing to add the perfect log, then look back to my spoils of the day; still bound tightly by the neon rope I had in the garage.
She had said her name was Rose, I had already seen the name tag but I thought it best to let her speak, all she wanted.
I tore the duct-tape from her lips leaving a red squared stain across her face.
She didn't scream, I must say it surprised me, they usually do.
I pulled out my favourite knife and told her if she would stay still; I would cut her free from her bonds.
She nodded, calm as you please but with that fire raging full now, I couldn't tell which had more flames; her eyes or the burning wood.
I knelt in front of her smelling the waft of perfume as my knife sliced through the rope with ease; knowing how easily it would soon cut into her flesh.
Her hands moved quick and all I saw was a flash followed by the druggy feeling of wanting to sleep.
The floor felt cold against my face as her hot breath whispered in my ear,"Don't You worry now, not a bit of you will go to waste"
As she flashed my knife in front of my eyes, laying her gun to the side.
I felt the warm streams cross my face while her silhouette slowly filleted strips from some unknown part of me.
What a strange dream I thought; slipping further away, crawling deeper into black.
Published 20th Apr 2017
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20th Apr 2017 10:45pm
An excellent tale of flesh and terror, particularly since it's told in the first person. All the better to lure and trap the reader, or implicate him in the crime. And I always love to see a beauty, an apparent victim, turn the tables and get the upper hand or blade. Her stalker's left "crawling deeper into black" and never seen in one piece again. Wow! A thriller here, souladareatease.
20th Apr 2017 10:53pm
Again My Thanks to You Sir Crow for sifting through this garbage-It was as quick a story as I could think of...I love twists in stories-and I agree-when it is the Lady turning tables...tis much more fun!!!
Shivers..... .....Quite a tale from the darker side!
My friend, You are-- altogether--adept at crafting flash fic of the macabre! I have often wondered if stalkers ever expect to be stalked--simultaneously--by their intended 'victims'.....Enjoyed this unexpected plot twist!
A creative scribe of slice and dice--to be sure!
My friend, You are-- altogether--adept at crafting flash fic of the macabre! I have often wondered if stalkers ever expect to be stalked--simultaneously--by their intended 'victims'.....Enjoyed this unexpected plot twist!
A creative scribe of slice and dice--to be sure!
25th Apr 2017 4:14am
Appreciate Your kind Words DE!!! I love the Dark Writes, just not often visited
Anonymous
23rd Apr 2017 7:09pm
when i first read it i couldn't remember where i had seen it first, til you mentioned it was in a comp.
Very well layered and built suspense, the details...yes da details lol..are so meticulously done that they are the crowning jewels in this tale.
Very well layered and built suspense, the details...yes da details lol..are so meticulously done that they are the crowning jewels in this tale.
25th Apr 2017 4:11am
Well I am glad the details paid off ;) I thought the tale a little flimsy, but it was a quick Write, so I didn't make myself wrench it any...the comp was at its end so I didn't want to mess around tinkering. Long as You see the Jewels that's all that matters!!!
Anonymous
21st Oct 2019 5:50pm
I really enjoyed the imagery. You can feel the surroundings and emotion.
It made me think of this video... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HU_6vkedIo
It made me think of this video... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HU_6vkedIo
21st Oct 2019 8:04pm
Thank You for visiting me and the comment, I Love the song, sadly I don't speak the language, I looked up the translation and really enjoyed the music 😁
I tend not to write this style very often
I tend not to write this style very often
