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FFM 26- Shh, baby, shut your mouth A shadow slunk over the sleeping man, obscuring the moonlight that fell over his naked, sheet-tangled body. It stood next to the bed, reaching towards the sleeping man. He opened his eyes, saw the shadow, and screamed. He tried to will himself to wake, but the shadow stayed.
"Suntai," the intruder said, and the terrified man only cried out again.
"Christ! What are you doing in my room?"
"Kaska, I have a new mission for you," the intruder replied.
"You are the only one who can do this, so listen to me, and when I finish you will hopta, to do what I say. You must do as I tell you, or much death will happen."
Lucas was getting used to these nighttime visits. The intruder came often, to tell him what it had witnessed, and what he had to do. He never wanted to listen to it, but it slid its voice into his mind
FFM 25- Safe from a winter storm Lollie grabbed the fabric of her cloak and wrapped it more tightly around her shivering frame. Her small feet, heavy in their over-sized and worn brown boots, sank deeply into the snow. She would looked back often, gazing into the whirling white behind her to see her footprints obscured. The flying snowflakes bit into her face, stinging like insects or sparks against her exposed skin.
The wind was a villain she had no defense against in the open, but the fields would give way soon to the woods. She knew they would be no better, with only a false promise of safety, but she hadn’t come all of this way to give up.
She imagined warmth and shuddered, her fingers curled into quickly hardening with the beginnings of death, becoming frost kissed claws. She wondered if she’d be found half buried in the snow somewhere.
Maybe a passing traveler would find her by the violent color of her cloak, and they’d regard her as an excavation of delicate statuary, rather
FFM 24- A Spirit in the Sea A spirit hovered in the room, watching a baby laugh in its crib. Unknown to the family, the spirit had been there for many days, watching the children of the house. It was fortunate for the spirit that the children's laughter occurred far more often than tears, as it owed penance in the form of diligence, and its rise to heaven was only delayed by the tears of children. For one hundred years, it had watched, or rather she had watched, her soul delicately strung over the mortal side of things as she held her vigil.
The child she was watching now was a pretty little baby girl with pale skin and dark blue eyes. They were dark enou to be mistaken as violet in a certain light, and the spirit found herself returning to the child to look into her eyes and sng her lullabies the spirit had learned as a young girl. It had been such a long time since she had known what life and touch and beauty really felt like, since she had been cold or hungry, or happy and warm.
FFM 23- Pride Rewarded The parade was going rather nicely, Laurie thought. It was nice to see her fellow undead activists marching in the daylight, their make-up carefully applied, their wigs firmly stapled to their heads. A few faces were sliding off, and the eyes didn’t hold up well in the baking heat, but cellular decay was the least of her concerns.
She wasn’t convinced that security was tight enough, but she hoped only a few of her friends would suffer headshots today.
“Spawn of Satan!” someone screamed from the crowd.
That was fine, as long as no one got shot. Laurie smiled into the crowd and waved. A finger fell off.
“Rotting abhorrence unto God!” a fat woman in pink screamed. Curse them, couldn’t they see how hard it was for her, for the rest of her kind?Her nose was latex and she had glued it on last minute with bargain tube of super glue. She had used an entire can of air freshener that mor
FFM 22- Letters to Laura Dear Laura,
I missed you today. This is the 72’nd day that I have missed you. On nineteen of those days, I focused on forgetting you. If you find out, somehow, I hope you can forgive me. It isn’t easy to forget someone. It’s taking all of my energy just to fail. This letter, and several others, are lying together on a park bench.
All my love,
I missed you today, while kissing a stranger. Her lip gloss was meant to taste like Mountain Dew, she said. It did not. I have officially spent more days trying to forget that I loved you than we ever had together. This is not an exaggeration. I counted. I spoke to your mother today, and we cried while we had tea together.
She loves you,
Last week your mother accused me of being heartless, when I said she was trying to replace you with me. I'm sorry that I made your moth
FFM 21- Trust in Desperation Three people stood on the balcony of the hotel together. A woman, a knife in her hand, had her forearm braced against the chest of the man who reached for her throat. The third person was a diminutive male who was completely useless. He hovered next to the struggling pair, trying to figure out exactly how he could help the woman.
The larger man managed to run his hand down the woman’s face, his nails biting into her skin. Her knife shot up in a strong upwards thrust, and dove into his throat. He didn’t gurgle, and he didn’t stop. Throat impaled on her knife, he responded by pushing himself closer to her, fighting against her defending arm and ignoring her attempts to kick him back.
The blood that welled up around the knife was thick and dark.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “Hold him back!”
The small man realized that she was speaking to him, and his heart screamed and flopped around in his chest. Or rather, it felt that way.
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