“The sun is fading over the horizon and there will be no staying your dolorous state of guilt. You might have elicited the help of a deity, like myself, in order to deaden the pain of those immortal claws that will shred your soul when darkness brings you into contact with your mortal isolation.
Ah – but you did not dare, for fear the price of attrition might have been an unholy tribute to be paid. That should have been irrelevant in the face the more awesome eternal draining you’ll experience by my adversary. You feared, you never though further than the next hour. Now you’ve made your choice to face the night, to face the guilt.
Ah, how lovely is the sunset, how cool the air becomes when the fire of summer’s heat is extinguished by the downpour of the night’s relentless rains. Smell this! It begins, do you smell the cloying perfume of the hibiscus as it seeps through the crack in the window. The beast is near now, no one can save you for you chose, unwisely.”
He moved away from his prisoner, his long robe hissing along the floor. His emotionless smile gave no clue as to whether or not he was actually pleased that the prisoner had refused to pledge allegiance to his person. The prisoner would have given him little joy or profit, as he was quite insignificant, but he loved to taunt them before leaving them to his sister. Let them have the added pain of thinking they’d made the wrong choice, when indeed both choices were the wrong choice. He opened the great glass window and then left the room.
In the darkness silence fell.
G.s.k. ‘16
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Wordle #95
1.Fade 2. Human 3. Dolorous (full of, expressing, or causing pain or sorrow; grievous; mournful) 4. Elicit (to draw or bring out or forth; educe; evoke) 5. Deaden 6. Hibiscus 7. Claw 8. Downpour 9. Irrelevant 10. Fear 11. Adversary 12. Attrition (a reduction or decrease in numbers, size, or strength: a wearing down or weakening of resistance, especially as a result of continuous pressure or harassment: a gradual reduction in work force without firing of personnel, as when workers resign or retire and are not replaced. the act of rubbing against something; friction. a wearing down or away by friction; abrasion. Theology. imperfect contrition.
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Well done Georgia! You’ve penned a very effective short here – the tension, ambiance lingers on the tongue. Really delicious if one wants to enjoy something more tempting in darkness – and who wouldn’t? After all, we all have demons …and some, unfortunately, do live the real experience of a meeting. However, the implications and inferences here, well executed. And you made great use of the wordle. 😀
Thanks Peg .. The wordle was inspiring and everything seemed to fall into place very nicely … though I was not writing on a familiar theme, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever covered demons per se, but I suppose we’ve all met a demon at least once … luckily some live to tell the tale 😉
Oh, so eery, and so dark … shiver!!!!!
Makes me wonder about this horrible deity … cruel beyond imagining, to offer no good choices.
Nicely done
Thanks .. I really couldn’t say much about it … the story began to write itself, and although I did a lot of editing to get it into shape the gist was this from the start. But i was happy to have written something so dark and shivery!
Quite unlike your normal style — I’m impressed 🙂
I’m going back into experimentation … exploring the craft as it were 🙂
Chills. Makes me think of some of the horror shows where the bad guy wins. Both choices wrong… ouch indeed.
In some fantasy stories this can happen for a while … at least in the few I’ve read but yeah this a pretty bad situation … and one nasty creature.
Nice tale. I like it 🙂
Glad you do!
A very eerie and nightmarish piece. Dark fiction indeed.
🙂 thanks … didn’t know I could write something this dark … not that I’d always want to.