BlendingAnother name.Blending by DuskMind
Same old job.
She doesn't get out the car as her husband pumps the gas. Her makeup and dress too pristine for the mundane task.
At home, she waits for him to open her door. He performs this task eagerly. Blinded by love, this fool makes every attempt to make her happy. But with him she never wears her genuine smile. The smile that makes her eyes lift. Few have seen this smile. I've watched for it.
The lights in the house flicker off in sequence, until just the bedroom light remains. Then darkness. A minute passes. Five minutes. Twenty. Another light across the house turns on. Her makeup is different. Her attire casual. She appears younger, more fitting for her age. Her red hair loose. The light flickers off as a car arrives, no lights on. As she gets in I see her kiss the blonde woman driving. A truly passionate kiss. One reserved for the real lover.
I keep a soft pace in front of the women. I open the door and step aside, letting them in as a gentlema
Hunger5...Hunger by DuskMind
My chest feels like it's on fire. My throat is dry, making my gasp for air even more pained. On my hands and knees, I struggle to fight back the pain coursing through my body. I hear my heart thunder in my chest faster than I am able to count.
Blood drips from my shoulder, into the small puddle under my hand. I'm failing. I am weak. The bones in me leg feel broken. They have to be broken. I heard them break under the steel. But the pain is wholesome.
Every second the pain intensifies. I need to move. Pathetic body. Why is this my curse?
My whole body shakes as I put my feet on the ground to lift myself.
I hear the scream and my head jolts up. A roar escapes my throat, and I'm running before I'm thinking.
Every other sound fades. I see her. I see him cutting into her.
One more roar. Claws extended. Fangs bared. I leap.
He is down. Blood spills into a pool.
I am satisfied.
Zethos' Tale - Prologue?The boys’ squeals could be heard through the various windows facing the courtyard. Amphion, stick in his small hand, chased Zethos barefoot through the grass and flowers while shouting, “Slow down, monster! I will have your head!” Zethos was just barely ahead of his older brother, also gripping a stick with pudgy fingers while trying to wipe his dark hair from his eyes. The summer evening of Zethos’ fifth birthday was at hand, and the sun was beginning to set, leaving the sky a brilliant orange and pink.Zethos' Tale - Prologue? by DuskMind
Zethos had just tripped over his feet and was getting to his feet to continue running from his brother when he noticed something moving in the grass nearby. A young boy may recognize a garden snake, but when the snake is longer than any he’s seen, and pale white, his young curiosity wins out. Amphion had slowed down as he approached his brother, realizing their game of “men and monsters” was over.
The snake was reared up and staring directly at