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Rated: 18+ · Book · Horror/Scary · #2222317
Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
What I'm fired up about

January 11, 2021 at 11:58am
January 11, 2021 at 11:58am
#1001883
“What do you mean I’m being collected?” Amber didn’t like the way this was going at all. What was supposed to be a nightclub outing had turned into a sinister personal threat.

“You wanted to be a class act. Here’s your chance.” One of the two over muscled tank tops lifting her off her feet and carrying her onto the circus stage yanked open the barred door and launched her into the huge cage.

Flood lights made it difficult to see. A banshee howl made her keep on rolling past a sudden fetid stink of breath and dripping hot saliva. Wild and crazy shouts of ‘Bravo’ and the roar of a gigantic crowd erupted from around her. What had she gotten herself into?

The howl behind her stopped in the middle of its next ear piercing scream. It was as if the thing’s head had been torn off. Sure enough. There it came rolling past Amber like some kind of grotesque bowling ball. “Ugh.”

She wanted to throw up. She looked up at the rising tower of an antlered Windigo looking creature, holding the banshee’s head by its hair. “This yours?” The thing dangled it closer. “It is if you can keep it.”

An arrow protruded, quivering in the thing’s chest. The next item appearing in sight was in the shape of a Hobgoblin. “I’ll take that, unless you want it? You’ll never get out of here unless you are headed the right way, and now, I am.”

All Amber wanted to do was disappear into the floor. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” A Slyph winged down like an overgrown fairy, sprinkled glittering dust in the air. Amber gulped, holding her breath.

The Hobgoblin shouted a warning, notched an arrow, and swallowed some of the dancing particles. His eyes bulged. He dropped his bow, vomited up a river of blood and let the head go. “That’s a dear,” the Slyph hissed, turning to face Amber. “Your turn.”

“I want out of this zoo.” Amber had managed to grab the bow and an arrow. She let the barb fly. The Slyph, caught by surprise, shriveled before Amber’s eyes. What would happen next?” The sightless eyes of the head seemed to beckon.

She dug her fingers into them, squishing the orbs, took a bowlers staunch and let the thing roll with great force towards the direction she’d come from. “Wow.” Instead of a bowling pin, Amber had taken out her next opponent, a haggard old magically appearing screeching witch.

Thundering applause followed her, as Amber made her way to the gate opening itself with her advance. She turned sweeping her arm up at the crowd and bowed.

“Not so fast, young lady. You may have passed the first round, but as soon as we clean up this mess, you’ll be featured in round number two.” It was the pair of hulking muscle men again, forcing her on a waiting area bench and snapping a chain attached to the it around one of her ankles.

Amber stared in disgust at what was cleaning up the ‘mess’, eating the remains of what was inside the cage. Her next antagonist looked even worse.



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