Sincere
apologises for the occasional repetition of prompt words (but not too sorry insofar
as it prompted Terrie’s erotic herbalist!) Thank you for much appreciated participation.
This selection of words for the coming week - flesh jagged thief - taken from the CD titles on the shelf above my monitor:
Usual rules:
100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all three
words in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised
fiction is, as always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems
are fine.
Yum Yum
ReplyDeleteThey called her Yum Yum. She was a flesh thief. I brought her a corpse that was only two hours dead. She didn’t ask any questions. When the body was laid out on her table she took her scalpel and made a jagged incision near the top of the left thigh. The hunk of meat she handed me was sizeable.
‘You didn’t have to,’ I said.
She grinned at me as she rinsed the blood from her hands. Our eyes met. It was love at first sight. I knew we were destined to be partners in more ways than one.
Once again, David, I realise how totally out-classed I am in the matter of delivering horror, especially when so elegantly delivered.
DeleteWhat a couple of cracking opening sentences. 'They called her Yum Yum. She was a flesh thief' and you fitted the prompt words neatly into a great snippet of horror, David.
DeleteThis kind of writing is right up my alley, David. You vividly paint a horrific scene. So well done!
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ReplyDeleteMy senses jagged from the throbbing of my horse-abraded flesh, and aware my face flushed scarlet as a thief caught, if not red-handed then certainly tongue-blistered from uttered untruths) I sensed myself the centre of attention. From Raven; from the mystery cousins and, deciphering the damp-nosings upon my ankles, of the hounds. They simply curious as to my well-being. The cousins less so; their (presumed) good intentions wilting beneath the threat of Raven’s ‘You claim to know her name?’ as they strove to decide whether to answer yay or nay. I’d no idea which was the better answer, or the truth.
oh the edge of the sofa here hoping to find out the lady's name but as we all know Sandra is so good at keeping the mystery close to her chest.
DeleteI have the feeling that keeping her name from him gives her a slight edge over the wily Raven. Looking forward to the next installment.
The Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 272
ReplyDeleteAggie understood, without doubt, Sarg knew about the scribing sticks, the slates and the oddly shaped remains. ‘There’s fair bit of stinkin’ flesh along with them bones. Want me t’ go cover what I can, Sarg?’
Sarg’s snout wrinkled, ‘hmm, all that rot-pong in there it means it could get nasty. With Cinereus away, we don’t want any scale or snout cuts. Let’s widen this hole a mite an’ smooth off the jagged bits first, then get to it Aggie.’
Aggie chuckled, ‘that thieving ol’ rascal sure knows his stuff don’t ‘e? I’m real glad he’s on our side, Sarg.’’
I'm curious - and impressed - that you've made this so colourful without naming a single colour.
DeleteHow nonchalantly Aggie and Sarg immerse themselves in taking care of the stinkin' flesh and bones.
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ReplyDeleteSTAYING ALIVE
There is nothing appetizing about human flesh, but extreme hunger is a wicked thief that can easily vanquish morality and civilized mores from one’s soul. Thus, my dilemma – consume human parts or slowly and agonizingly starve to death. Trapped upon this wretched, isolated island, what choice did I have?
A calf first, I decided. The initial bite triggered a bout of upchucking before I managed to force a jagged piece down my throat. Thankfully, swallowing became somewhat easier thereafter.
If necessary, thighs were next on my menu. I, however, shall continue to pray for rescue before I totally consume myself.
As with David's post, this gory feast is way beyond anything horrific I could conjure up, but glsd you found a way to post it.
ReplyDeleteoh my, I almost 'upchucked' reading this. Brilliantly written, makes a reader wince as its meant to. Well done, you make it seem effortless.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit that like Sandra Horror writing is not something I'm good at, and if I'm really honest seeing the exorcist as a naive 18 year old made me shy away from the genre. The 'lost boys' is about all this woosie girl has seen since... .
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