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The Scent of Desire (Pt. 2)
John Dillinger Connelly had been named for a legend. His mom, a wild young firecracker, had been enamored with stories of the notorious gangster’s Robin Hood persona and with the romance of rebellion. JD had grown up with a name as heavy as a mantle of state in a revolving household of well-meaning but dysfunctional relatives, and while he had not become a steely-eyed gangster, he was not without his own set of shadowy skills. The irony of his life was that those skills had made him an asset to Nick and Tess, setting him on a path of legitimate employment that even helped people. It had been the other thing, the coyote trickster in him, that had got him killed. He sat on the cane seat of a ladder-backed chair in the corner of Tess’s bedroom with his hands on his knees watching her drag shirts and leggings from her backpack and sling them onto the bed. She was angry, probably with him, and he felt the familiar sting of remorse that had so often followed his ill-considered adventures while he had lived.
By Liz Zimmers6 years ago in Horror
The Watering Can
Audrey filled her flower watering can up to the predetermined level—clearly marked on the outside of the can. She carefully set the can on the footstool near the door, and returned to the kitchen to wipe off the counter. A few minutes later, she returned to the door preparing to go outside and water her plants.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Horror
Where Souls Go
Angela McBriant was sitting in the gravel on the side of the road. Her hands were lazily drawing shapes in the dirt. She had tan skin, thick, bushy, black hair, and a very vibrant yellow dress on. The dress had an equally as vibrant green stripe around the middle, with a big bow on her left side. Her dress was now dirty from crouching in the messy gravel. Angela felt fine and dandy sitting there, though it was a little too hot for her taste. Right now her bushy hair was pulled back into two thick braids that ended in two big puffs and sweat was beginning to collect at her hairline.
By James Slocum6 years ago in Horror
Grimwood
The fear held him there, frozen. Even the voice in his head had become a hushed whisper. The moon had just begun to shine brilliantly into the ebon night, but all he could see were those dead, yellow eyes. He was too scared to even breath aloud. The coyote let a growl escape to express his exasperated confusion. That growl was just enough for Daniel to gain some mobility back into his legs. He slowly stepped backwards with his arms outstretched behind him, feeling for the ladder of the hunting-stand. The dead leaves crunched under his foot. The coyote's growl grew louder as it lowered its body, preparing to leap. Daniel could all too easily imagine those curved teeth keenly sliding into his flesh and tearing off gushy chunks. The adrenaline forced a very primal scream, tearing through Daniels throat, "Rrrreeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" The coyote paused, seeming to ponder if this next meal would pose much of a problem. Please dear God, Daniel thought, if you could just get me out of one more mess... I promise to help everyone and to always keep my room clean. The coyote took a single step back. Yessss, Daniel rejoiced a little in perfect silence, That's it!
By Cannibal Jones6 years ago in Horror
The Scent of Desire
He does not float. Grappled by the river’s currents, tumbled in the arms of the river, as he had tumbled in the arms of the demon, he speeds along the silted terrain where suicides have left their bones. He has become a citizen of the dark, turbulent country of the watery dead, deep under the darting fish bellies, under the silver flashes and nonjudgmental eyes of those who regard him merely as provender. But he is not a suicide, nor yet some murderer’s prey. He is a sacrifice on the altar of desire, eager and aghast at once, his heart a delicacy served up in its bloody sauce of folly. He felt it beat just once as she ground it between her teeth, and even then, he reached for her.
By Liz Zimmers6 years ago in Horror
