I eat books and souls.
Blue Flower (Under 200 words)I wake in a glass corridor lined with dark spiders, shifting in and out the gliding shadows. Silk curtains flutter in the breathless air like opium smoke. The sleek fabric of the mouldering seats lies still and bleak...Blue Flower (Under 200 words) by ~Somnolent-Droid
Soon he will slip from the darkness, his breath flowing from his lips like intoxicating incense; his clear eyes sharp, gorgeous, deep and unfathomed. With his black gloves, bound tight around his supple wrists, he will sweep and turn like the ghost of a dancer, drifting across the rich carpets to stand, silent, by my side. He will wait, calm and quiet, emanating aesthetic perfection from every lineament of attire and visage; an ethereal, haunting, fragile beauty drowned in wealth, dressed in matchless taste, indolent in luxury. From his lapel will flourish a lone blue flower, appearing like a crystal of water caught in the frosts of frozen time. It shall shed no scent over that of his skin; warm and delicious. His irises will show new worlds, foreign and strange,
Vengeance! (Story start ~ 6,000 words)"Get out! You should not have come today." the merchant hissed.Vengeance! (Story start ~ 6,000 words) by ~Somnolent-Droid
The visitor smiled, but made no reply.
"You should not have come, you should not have come! -- Ah, I am destined to meet with madmen. Do you know how many guards are searching the streets for you? Over thirty! I saw three of them pass by not less than ten minutes ago. And how is it that they did not see you? How is it you passed them by unnoticed? Verd, you cannot always rely on your good luck and other's ill fortune to see you through. One day you will be caught and you will be hanged. And if they catch you here, then they will hang me also. Then what of my wife and what of my children? Widowed and fatherless, left to starve and die! Go Verd. Go, if you have any mercy or any decency. Go, I will seek you out some other time when it is safer."
The visitor laughed and seated himself in a vacant chair opposite the merchant.
"Horace, you ask good questions but leave no time for answers. The guards are searching for another man