My wife comes down from the stairway. She has grown pale since that day, but I still love her. And she is still just as beautiful as ever to me.
Yes, I might be unable to hold her face in my hands, caress her gentle body, or feel her touch on my skin, but I don't care. I still never want her to leave.
The people of the town hate us, calling her a demon and blaming me for enabling her existence. But they don't understand. I'll never leave her, and I'll never let them take her away from me.
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
I like this and I think it merits a much longer short story. I'm interested to learn more about the characters.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
I'll consider that for the future. Honestly, I have a part of one of my longer story ideas that is similar to this one, but I can certainly write a short story strictly based around the people (and undead) in this story. Thanks for the comment!