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I wake in pain, my eyes bandaged, to a voice.
“Kyavak, is that you? Fates be kind, you found me.”
* * *
We’d planned to meet by the bridge. Surely by day, the woods would be safer.
While I waited, a hunched, rag-covered peddler lumbered nearer. Just when I wondered why I hadn’t passed him earlier, the hood fell back. Its face was grotesque, inhuman, like half-melted wax. It sprang.
* * *
“Kyavak?”
My arm’s stuck. No, bound. I’m swaddled, neck to toe.
Something exhales close by, rotten, fetid. I gag. Moist flesh covers my mouth, sucks in.
With my last breath, I scream.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Big thanks to our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. See below for the original photo prompt, and click here to read the other stories, or join in with your own!
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Terrifying image of being trapped. A troll of some kind? Nice one.
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I thought I’d let people see where their own imaginations took them. Troll-like is a good guess. 😉
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“moist flesh covers my mouth” is a great line
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Thanks Neil. I originally had “damp” but remembered that for some reason a lot of people seem to hate the word “moist”, so I figured it would sound worse that way.
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Much worse
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It was the moist flesh that creeped me out! Such a revolting thought – well done you! 🙂 Not a pleasant end for your MC. I wonder what the creature needs them for – food alone or something even nastier? Great tale, Joy
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Whenever possible, I’m going to go with “something even nastier.” 🙂 Thanks for reading Lynn!
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Haha! Always a good call 🙂
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I think he’s dinner. Nice one!
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Yep, it doesn’t look good for him. Thanks for reading Ali!
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Dear Joy,
Grim, grisly and creepy. Skin-crawling good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, I’m happy you thought it worked!
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Very, very scary, a creature of nightmares. The moist flesh is brilliant, it leaves the ‘feel’ to our imagination, and that’s always scarier than spelling it out. I think it’s a soul sucker.
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Thanks Gabi. I think it was scarier in the longer version, which I’m now wishing I’d kept a copy of. But this seems to work too. I was thinking something along the lines of soul sucker too. 🙂
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Terrifying horror story. Poor Guy, awful way to go. A zombie ?
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Thanks Amanda! I wasn’t thinking of zombies, but now that I look again, I can see that working.
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Well, yuck! In a good way. Great creep-story near to Halloween.
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Yucky and creepy was what I was aiming for, so thanks!
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That was creepy. I could see it coming, but it still made the hair on my neck tingle.
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Thanks — it’s gratifying to hear it worked!
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Eeeeep! Creepy
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Thanks Laurie, glad to get a good “Eeep”!
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pray tell, it was just a dream.
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Sorry to tell you but no, he’s not going to wake up from this one… Thanks for reading!
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Oh so gross and creepy! Well done!
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Thanks Dale, so nice of you to say so!
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Very well written. Is this a reference to Trump?
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LOL, no, I hadn’t thought of it being a political statement at all. But I’m always happy when other people find new ways to interpret what I write, as long as they enjoy it! Thanks for commenting!
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Scary claustrophobic atmosphere of being trapped by something horrific, stuff of nightmares
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Thanks for saying so! The idea of being blinded and swaddled like that is pretty horrific to me, definitely.
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Great story, Joy – very creepy. The stuff nightmares are made of…
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Thanks Sammi, the creepy thing is more fun to write than I had realized. 😉
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