The Skeleton Keys - three: bunny hunterThe Skeleton Keys - three: bunny hunter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Skeleton Keys
three: bunny hunter
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by Maria Amanda Schaub *
"Wanna see me naked? So go down into the rabbit hole!" said the rabbit.
So I tried to. It couldn't be too dangerous.
in the flow
The MansionThe Mansion1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a warm night as the full moon glowed brightly and brilliantly. A nude and elegant beauty was relaxing on the roof of a small cottage. Her porcelain skin glimmered under the light of the moon. The strands of silver in her hair sparkled radiantly as her fingers combed through her silky locks that cascaded from her head. Her appearance was every bit of perfect. Not a single scar nor rash shown on her body. Even her breasts appeared like they were sculpted by the gods.
Her glossy, peach lips curled into a smile of contentment as she stood to view her surroundings. She then inhaled and exhaled the night's scent as the wind began to pick up. As a mysterious shadow darted passed her, she gasped. She looked around her to see who or what it was, but there was not a soul in sight.
Suddenly, she became tense and felt her body freeze, refusing to move. The shadow had reappeared and moved a few feet behind her. The beauty shed a tear as her frozen body went limp. She mentally braced herself
Dear Claudia-The Event ColabDear Claudia-The Event Colab1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Time... was a crimson question,
a strange twilight tide of desire and desecration
As time... outside... opened the Night
this counting became the only matter
as time... inside... closed the Light
one thing... one only thing was sacred, an Holy-matter
all eyes were upon the Universe, waiting
the Event no one had ever seen except the First Creature
- when day could not be called Day
neither night could be named as Dark
later – I have understood, the importance it had on my "existence"
It was always been the issue
certain as the violent sin
that left its mark on this violet tissue
seconds, fractions of life passed by me
pain was the first sensation, and then only emptiness
confusion with the rain, on my face, lifeless
within I was nothingness with anger and hunger
As my memories returned
I wished... that they had not
I prayed... to whom, would cared
I remembered... something - I said
I remembered... everything - I cried
My flesh ripped by teeth-fangs
a doll... br