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Dan Antion has invited us to take part in “The Forth Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge which officially began on Wednesday, May 1st. The challenge runs the entire month of May. You can submit as many entries as you like. If you want to join the fun, pick a door, write a story, poem, novel, screenplay, musical score – anything at all – as long as it’s inspired by that door image. The completed entries and images to use are in the gallery on Dan’s page along with the Rules .
I have written a little “prosetry” an almost story/ almost poem about a hungry Vampire. Can you see her in the shadows?
What lies in wait?
In the shadows she stands jealously watching those who walk in the sun.
Fingers ripping at her skin,slowly her blood drips down her white face.
Longingly, she weaves her dreams where her hopes are spun.
Watching those who live in the light, her thoughts so dark.
She wants their bodies, she craves their souls
She needs their blood and to devour them whole.
Her eyes searching for a victim to lure
To infect a victim, her motives unpure.
She watches as a young man walking home.
The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.
She aches for him, she burns for him she cannot find satisfaction.
Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to catch his eye.
He moves towards her in the shadows
Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cloak.
Attracted by her jet black eyes and her skin so white
His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to taste her.
Come, she whispers licking her lips
He slides his hands along her hips
She acts all soft and coy
Moving her body into his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.
He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way
Unsuspecting he follows her deeper into the shadows.
Away from human hustle and lights they move away
The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to see
Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.
She lets him slip inside of her she still likes to feel desired
She lets him reach his highest delight, as her fangs sink in his neck.
She sucked him dry and for a second mourned before leaving him for dead.
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