"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The Long Road into Night #10
On the 10th day, this one realizes
that you aren’t dead yet.This still seems
likely to be only a temporary thing.If you
wish otherwise, then this one might suggest that you… WAKE UP!
Your head is throbbing.It feels like your brain is trying to leap
free of your skull.Slowly and
painfully, you open your eyes.The world
you see is upside down, or rather you still are.You can hear that woman’s scratchy voice.It’s humming the most annoying of tunes, and
that doesn’t help the pain in your head at all.A low groan escapes your lips.
“So… you’re awake,” The woman said in
surprise.Then she steps into view for
the first time.
Maybe “woman” was too much of a conclusion to
jump to.You believe human might not be
too accurate as well.This “woman’s” putrid
green skin looked as if it were melting from her heavy set body.Her nose was larger than your big toe, and
the puss filled wart at the end of it, wasn’t much smaller.To each side of this bulbous nose sat eyes of
red, that almost glowed with hunger.
“I wish not to be rude.My name is Gelda,” the monstrous woman said.Gelda smiled with the few teeth she had, and
only a few of those were even pointing close to the direction they should.“It has been so long, since I have had a
guest for dinner,” she licked her lips.
You then notice the large bubbling pot, wondering
where it had come from, and how long you’d been out.
“The one and his pet dog rarely allow me
guests,” Gelda sneered.At least she
attempted a sneer.Her melting flesh did
not appear to be well attached, and slid free of the changing expression.
“Oh, yes,” she bent over to pick something up.“I almost forgot that you already met my last
Gelda held up the Femur bone and rib pieces that
you had carried as weapons.She slid one
of the ribs under her nose for a sniff, and smiled beneath her melting skin.
“I remember him well,” Gelda reminisced.She slowly walks over to the cauldron.“He was a quiet one too, but he made an
excellent stew.”She tosses one of the
ribs into the bubbling pot and begins a slow strut back toward you. “A very excellent stew, the best I ever had,”
she whispered wickedly, and a light cackle followed.