An evil palate

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Gemina wanted to challenge herself. A hike alone would be challenge enough, or so she thought. She would be tested by evil, himself. Her courage. Her values. Everything she stands for. She would
get a taste of evil and discover the evil within her.

Submitted: October 19, 2017

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Submitted: October 19, 2017



His eyes hosted a sinister twinkle. Devil’s manifest gleefully sat at the window of his pupil. “The truest of our kind have always dreamed …” He paused, taking a sip from the bright red fluid from his Burgundy glass. 

I tried to swallow my fear. But my throat was dry. Too dry. My palms were soaked and my head felt light. I couldn’t feel nothing, I don’t even feel human. He came up beside me, twirled a tuft of my black hair round his finger. Pulled me in and whispered, “Prove it, Gemina.” He slipped a butcher’s knife into my hand. I could hear him sniffing my hair and begged that he couldn’t feel my inhibited shaking.

I raised the knife, gingerly inched my left pinky finger out.

I went for it. 

Licking the warm stream of blood off the stub of my hand.

The winds caressed my cheeks with a sympathetic hand, offering Mother Nature’s condolences. The cold was biting, halting the chill slithering halfway down my spine. It pained to know that I could still feel.


So that was how it all started. 

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