Another Inhabitant
The old drugs didn’t do it anymore; they couldn‘t take her home.
She needed The King and not her syringe or a roach clip.
He’d only come when she entertained a client in a road side motel or at a truck stop while wearing her waning yellow stilettos. Then he’d appear, under the black stars and strange moons of an unearthly sky.
And then she could see. Through cold bleeding tears she could see that which she couldn‘t before: dimming twin suns sinking into a misty lake on whose shore stood The King’s black domed city and her future home.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
7 comments add one below
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Chris Walker almost 10 years ago
That's a great piece right there. Very evocative.
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Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Thanks for the positive feedback, Chris. :-)
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Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Thank you for reading and commenting, Drew. :-)
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Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
An extremely emotional story that sounds grand even though its subject is anything but that (even though it might seem that way to people at the time). Very nicely done!
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Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Great to get your thoughts, Brandon; thank you. :-)
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Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago
Very good.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Cheers, Bryan. :-)
