Cursed
Two short stories
The loamy smell of freshly turned earth brought him back.
Where had he been?
No answers came from this dark and brooding graveyard.
Church bells tolled their due. Calling the flock. Giving them hope.
If these pathetic souls believed, maybe answers really could be found within.
Even for the damned.
Now couldn’t be his forever.
There had to be a way to break the curse.
His memories had returned.
The nightclub. It had been a slaughter.
This glutinous demon, with its insatiable hunger, driving him to ever greater horrors.
The priest was meant to help.
Now he lay eviscerated in his confessional.
Not a saviour.
Mere food for the beast.
Thanks very much to the brilliant for the excellent prompts of Freshness and Forever for this weeks stories : -
These are also a sequel to a previous story that I had written a few weeks back :-
Hope you enjoyed them.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Yes! Thought your name looked familiar. I read your "Night" post. Very moody writing, Daniel. You get some powerful results with a mere handful of words. I like it very much. Are you going to keep expanding?
Delicious stuff, Dan.
"This glutinous demon..." there's something rather special about that line.
"The priest was meant to help." Ahh, says it all. Poor priest.