The gaunt woman leaps into the coffin in a fraction of a second, with a sick and intense determination in her eyes. She steps on her dead sister’s chest with bone crunching force and lifts up her lifeless arm by the wrist. She rips the arm off the corpse like she tears a page from a book.
As she dangles the arm in front of her, she looks at it with a gleeful sparkle in her eyes. To my horror, she bites a chunk out of the arm and throws it to the obese woman. As she chews the rotting flesh, the previously clotted blood is reanimated as it slides down the corners of her lips. She doesn’t allow the blood to drip to the ground. She brushes it with a graceful finger; a finger which she delicately kisses like a missed lover.
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A man came to read us father’s will. Mother was left with everything – his savings, his patents and his stake in Cerecon Solutions. Actually, he left it to both of us. But I wouldn’t get any of it unless if mother was dead or somehow incapacitated. Plus, I would have to be at least eighteen.
Throughout the reading, mother only showed a blank stare. Everything must remind her that her husband is gone. Just when she retreats into herself to try to move on, the doorbell rings, only to remind her that her husband is dead and things will never be the same. I honestly don’t know if she heard anything the lawyer said. Continue reading “The Man Within, Chapter 2 – a novella excerpt”
We are coming from the funeral. Mother sits beside me in the car. She tries her best not to cry, but I can still hear her. Then again, it is so quiet in the car, I could hear a spider spin its web. All her efforts to remain strong in front of me were long quashed. Nothing seals the finality of death more than a coffin descending into the ground.
In that moment, it dawned on me that I would never see him again, that it was truly the end. I was forced to let go with each descent of the coffin. It was like watching him die for real. I wished I wasn’t there to see it. All I could do was cry helplessly.
I maintain my gaze through the car window. I avoid looking at mother, otherwise I will also cry. Continue reading “The Man Within, Chapter 1 – a novella excerpt”
Beware of the mermaid – a she-devil lurking in the lake in waiting for her prey, much like the crocodile, with only its beady eyes and snout to hint at its being.
The mermaid doesn’t give herself away though. She remains hidden, no, obscured as if she and the water are one. By the time you see the waves caressing your feet and you feel her inauspicious presence, it is already too late.
She appears on the lake surface in all her glory and terrifying fury. You hardly notice the hair, long, straight, glistening and black as coal; the skin, pale as milk, gleaming and smooth as polished marble; or the tail, long, powerful, smooth as a dolphin’s and more reminiscent of an eel than a scaly fish, with muscles writhing and catching the morning glow.
You also don’t notice that she is at once the most stunning and most frightening creature you have ever seen. You don’t notice these things because everything happens in a blur. Continue reading “The Malevolent Mermaid – a Zim folktale”
The boy is jolted out of his sleep. When he looks up, the light stings his eyes like pins to a cushion before drowning him in a blinding white. He squeezes his eyes shut. Although he feels the creases etched along his eyelids, there is no reprieve from the glaring light, for it does not come from without but from within his head. His instinct is to rub his eyes but his body is rigid as slate.
He appears to be stuck in a half wakened state, a kind of vision which he cannot escape. He feels helpless. He is afraid.
The light vanishes as he is thrust into a dream. He is rocking sideways in a powder blue room. A woman is humming in the background. Her voice has a soothing familiarity. She emerges into his view and the rocking stops. He first notices the blonde hair, which tumbles to partially obscure her face. She gracefully moves it to one shoulder, where it flows like silk and sheens when it catches the light coming through the window. Continue reading “Intrepid Explorer – a sci-fi prologue”