Feeding Her
The swarm latched onto Willa’s ankles and wrists, keeping her glued to the floor. They didn’t want her dead… yet.
From the cavernous mouth on the ground, she emerged, an undulating figure with liquid eyes that hadn’t eaten in two centuries.
The drone queen lay down on her stomach and smiled. Willa only screamed once.
Going with another creepy vibe here to celebrate my love of horror stories. This was an impromptu I wrote after finding the image featured above. It could have gone in many different directions, I suppose, but this was the concept that took precedence and perhaps something I’ll explore further in the future, who knows?
Crowded
“It’s getting crowded in here,” Greta said.
“Agreed. Leave!” Mavis exclaimed.
“I got here first!”
“And I arrived before you two,” Sandra declared.
“Technically, I’ve been here all along,” Jake said.
“Shut up! Nobody asked you anything!” they said in unison.
The three ghosts continued to fight over his body while he tried to sleep.
While I’m not too fond of the idea of possession, it’s still a valid form of mind (and body) control. Today, I found myself imagining humorous scenarios revolving around it, and the idea of three ghost women bickering about taking control of a man and then telling his consciousness to shut up because it’s bothering them made me laugh. The dialogue was a lot more involved in my head but, given the word constraints of this challenge, I trimmed it to the bare essential. I still think it’s a funny concept and I hope you feel the same.
Meatballs
“Well?” Diana looked at her husband’s plate.
Jeff laid down the fork and said: “Awful! I thought there was no way you could screw up meatballs, but I was wrong. I hope there isn’t more.”
“Not unless they grow back…” she grinned.
He suddenly remembered the drugs, the brainwashing, and the operating table and gulped.
Just one of those things I improvised and then decided to use as today’s challenge piece because it’s horrific enough and it’s the spooky season after all, so… However, I’ll be sure to refrain from eating meatballs for a while now. I suggest you do the same, just in case something bad happens.
Only One
Darren stared at Alana’s transformation.
“Hello, Miss Succubus,” he grinned.
“You don’t seem surprised.”
“I’ve known your secret all along.”
“Well, I know yours too, Mr. Vampire.”
“Interesting, but only one can be in charge… Who’s gonna win?”
Alana wrapped her tail around his cock and pulled until he came. The answer was painfully clear.
Another Halloween-inspired piece, another impromptu. This one was written while dinner was getting ready though. And no, I didn’t have meatballs if that’s what you’re wondering. Succubi are always delightful creatures to incorporate in these little tales so one had to be on top before the end of the month, that’s for sure. I’m not sure how vampires get aroused since they’re undead but that’s okay. Dead or alive, no man is a match for a seductive woman.