Premature Murder



I am being dragged 

My feet splayed out behind me
scuffing the tips of my boots 

A small cloud of dust
encompasses me
as I hold on
for all I am worth  

There are days when I have control
of the thing
and days
like today
when I do not 

I knew its course 

It had been targeting my antagonist
for some time 

I wanted him dead too 

But not now 

Not yet 

To my amazement
it struck  
without hesitation 

Dragging me 
through the blood and the gore
I had no choice
but to become part
of the appalling onslaught

The cursor savored
the joy
within the protagonist
as it ends the life of
the villain 

The cursor has won

Today

I’m breathless
my pulse is pounding

I finally release my hold
on the cursor

My hands shake
as I add the final period

End of scene

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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Dark Heart #writephoto – Crow


**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.  

Dark Heart —

A heart dark as night

You cut to the quick

With a tongue

Sharp like a knife

I will not

Speak your name

Bitter in my mouth

Like a foul pill

Your soul

dirties my memory

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

#writephoto – Mists


** This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt that you can find out about Here.

The mist lay across the valley like a shroud.  Although the sun was up, there was no warmth.  Its glow was weak, like the struggling vegetation it tried to illuminate.  The mists hid evil in it’s embrace.

My bare feet were wet from the dew laden grass as I crossed the field.  I must hurry.  I was taking a great risk at this time of day.  Once the sun gained its strength, they would come.

In my haste I slipped and fell, the pitiful apples I was able to collect for our nourishment went sprawling in front of me.  As quickly as I could, on my hands and knees, I swept the apples into the small wooden pail.

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Sacrifice


I always knew there was something Dark in you.  Then the day came when you revealed your true self.

You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.

Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times.  Would I die for seeing them?

You raise your hands and the people fall silent.  Did I see worship in their eyes?

The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.

You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.

With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”

Suddenly there were hands on me, pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.

My curiosity always did get me into trouble.

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

The Dark Side


It surprises me what ends up on the page when I start writing.  Sometimes I have a specific idea in mind and other times I don’t.  The cursor takes over.  I’m just along for the ride.

The feeling is intoxicating and exhilarating.  When things are flowing, it’s just magic.  It’s a high like no other.

I’ve written a few things lately that I would call dark.  There are times when I look back over the page and am shocked at how dark it becomes.

My WIP has morphed into something much darker than what it started out.  But it’s good!  (evil grin as I rub my hands together) 

Apparently, I have a Dark Side.  But it’s Fun being the Bad guy!

How do you feel about your Dark characters?  

 

 

U – Unseen


warrior

U – Unseen

Head up, shoulders back.

The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.

She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.

She has the resolve of the Ancients.  Her battle will forge the way.

Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.