Saturday Story 2024 – Week 43 (Crimson Shroud)
We have a new complete story on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Jerome meets two alluring women outside a nightclub, – Luna and Dahlia – who promise him an after-party unlike anything he experienced before.
This is a standalone supernatural piece for Halloween, featuring… well, you’ll need to read it to find out. It’s also complete.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/114776086
Jerome stumbled out of the nightclub, tipsy and aroused. He had spent the whole night dancing and drinking, and now the warm summer breeze was like a cool caress against his flushed skin. He tripped on an empty beer bottle and almost fell head first on the concrete floor. Struggling to keep his balance, he staggered on the sidewalk, the world spinning around him.
It was a little past 3 am. The streets were quiet and empty, and most of the city was asleep, but Jerome’s heart was still pounding with the loud electronic music from the club. The furious rhythm was inside him, its intensity making him queasy. He stumbled his way towards a garbage bin and leaned against it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.
He leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, trying to steady himself.
Despite being in a good mood, he had no reason to smile. In the last forty-eight hours, he had lost his dream job at an accounting firm, and his girlfriend after finding out she was cheating on him with her personal trainer. Frustration seeped from every pore of his being, but he drowned it with liquor and mind-numbing parting. The responsible adult in him was asleep and he had no intention of waking him up.
He lingered there, unperturbed, for God knows how long, floating in a pool of nothingness that promised nothing but a fast descent to self-destruction. “So be it,” he thought, his voice fading away in the distance.
That’s when a hand touched his shoulder, soft and cold. He opened his eyes and gasped as if he had been struck by lightning. Standing in front of him were two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. They were like creatures from a fantastic dream, with long dark hair, full red lips, and eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. At first glance, they seemed like twins, but it was both a trick of the light and the similar makeup they were wearing. The women on the left was clad in burgundy leather from the halter top to the mid-length skirt and ankle boots, while the one on the right sported a sequined silver dress that highlighted her perfect legs.
“Are you okay?” the woman in leather asked, her voice low and velvety.
Jerome blinked, trying to focus. “I’m fine,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if that was true or not.(…)
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