The Night Mares

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

When dreams are so powerful, they impact your writing.

Haunted by this terrifying beauty, draped in an ebony coat and charcoal mane; fiery spittle forms lava rivers beneath scarlet hooves.

There she stands, every night, her muscular frame, taut...anxious; she stamps silently hidden behind shrieking whinnies.

Those screams, unfathomable screams freeze the blood in place... paralysis one only experiences in her mighty presence.

This majestic beast full of regal horror is only one of six, six sired sisters, each as beautiful and terrifying as the other.

She must be the eldest as she is always first on the scene, patient, ready to pounce from behind perilous dreams.

Her lips curl revealing her wicked bloodthirsty smile, a nod of her head and her sisters appear.

They march in joy, their gaits merciless measured paces, like sharks circling their prey.

They never strike, they just wait, nightmarish companions for forewarned fate.

What fate that is? Oh, that mysterious fate, what have you in store, vicious, cruel night mare?

 


Submitted: March 30, 2021

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