Stalky's Nightmare 8: A Breath Away


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

His ragged breath jagged on, each with an untimed pause preceding it. He stared down at the pulpy mess that had been his best dancer and most skilled voice actor. He didn't seem to understand what he was looking at. Then his eyes glazed over and he started to look to and fro. He suddenly noticed the Oaklees gaping at him, oozing bits of flesh leaving sluglike trails like blades of grass on their bodies, mixing with the sweat and dirt. He did not know what to do.

He could feel Mrs Oaklee's vacant eyes on him. He blinked, realizing what his rage had done to their relationship. He didn't deserve to lose this, the small element of reunion that had fallen on him over a momentary rage, at an intellectual carrot like Stalky. His life wouldn't make sense without her steady presence in the house. If she left he would never learn the truth about the boy. Someday, if she stayed, he would dare to ask. Not soon, but one day.

He stared, gobbets of ichor dropping off his chin and cheeks. He tried to pray.

And then



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I wonder what the jingling was going to mean. I may never learn, now.

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