Rough draft of working novel-Sting of sex, Bite of Lust
This is a rough draft of the first chapter of my in process horror novel. forgiver the formating, I have not formatted it properly yet. The soft fingers of her hand lay looped across the pendant hanging around her neck. The room’s darkness welcomes the glow emitting between her fingers, the color red streaks through black, its diagonal pattern shooting across the room splaying illumination throughout the darkness. Words flowed to their intended, caressing her ears with a sensual soft whisper, its command releasing the grip across the pendant. The red jewel of the pendants middle, now unencumbered, shoots an invasion of light upward their pattern dancing across the rooms ceiling. The voice behind the whisper fills the room, its command stern, sensual, and urgent. “Come to me--do not be afraid-- follow my voice. That’s it head for your balcony. See me through the panes of glass and turn the doorknob. Come outside. Place your hands in my extended palms Do not flinch, look into your heart, I am the one you have dreamed about; my appearance is the vision you want to see.” “Allow me to embrace you--feel my love--feel the need I have for you. Relax your form against mine. Cling to me tightly and together we shall explore a world you will never want to leave.” She clenches her body to his, listening to him speak, traveling with him, her movements not of her own making-controlled by his voice once more. “Do not look down, have confidence in my grasp around your lovely form. Feel the wind blowing through your hair. View the starlight sky as we glide on pure pockets of air.” “Loosen up, your tense body is conflicting my movement, restricting my wingspan and causing my tail to twirl. Please relax for if you don’t the real me will be exposed, then your dream will become a nightmare. Recall the passions within you, think of them, not of our journey. That’s it; imagine the handsome man you hold in your mind, the one with the black silky hair, olive skin, and emerald eyes. Think of my muscular form, imagine touching my biceps-- that a girl-- much better. Soon my darling “you” will be Queen of my Kingdom, you will reign beside me. I will fill every desire you ever wished for, you will satisfy my longings; you will fulfill your proper destiny.” “I have searched a long time for you, across the sands of deserts, across the blackest of seas, and through the cold dark atmosphere of night, sometimes dwelling in the dampest of places.” “ 'We are here my darling, look, look-see the tip of my castle engulfed by the clouds of its perimeters. See the flash of lightening illuminating our destination, crackling across the gray-slated roof we will land on. See the forms of my children, their white gowns flapping in the wind, their hands extended, ready to greet us with a loving embrace.” “Take a deep breath we are ready to descend.” “Oh look here are my lovely child like woman, my creations, now your servants. Take the olive branches from their hands, let their arms enfold across your waist one by one, kiss their lips hello, and then join your hand in mine.” Following his lead she listened-- her mind taking in his words--her footsteps moving to their beat. “Sit my darling in this red velvet cushioned chair; this is your parlor, the hub of the castle. Here we will meet people and conduct our business. Notice the fine wooden furniture, its mahogany elegance engraved with gold-filled etchings, images of scorpions, bats, and wolves. They are my family’s crests, the same etchings sit upon the stone posts holding our iron gates. The etchings feared by all, a warning not to enter unless invited.” “Enjoy the warmth of the fireplace. The wood burning in its hold comes from our land. The rest of the castle and its surroundings I will show you later.” “I shall now ring for the maid, she in turn will inform the cook to fix you something to eat. Excuse me now, I will return soon.” The sun has set over the horizon, its hues of red, yellow, orange, and blue swallowed by a shroud of darkness. In the center of the dark core the moon shines, three quarters full, a reflection of evil stamped in its mid section. Stars try to peer between the blackness surrounding them only to be forced back in its fold, their light hidden, forbidden to emerge. Shadows scar the earth with their images-a long tail emerges upward whipping through the air--its telson ready for the sting. The body of the creature stands erect bearing its eyes across the span of darkness searching for the intruder. Up the jagged mountains below him a stranger ventures forward. Jutted stones detour his steps, his breathing is raspy, his chest constricting in pain. He has ignored the no trespassing signs, he is on a mission, sent by a king, sent with a message for the one who has stolen the kings future wife.. He has taken no heed to the villagers warnings, he does not believe their foolish legend, he is intent on facing the man he was sent to find. His footsteps come to a halt, stopped by the shock of the view before him. Edging down the mountain a gray mist flows, its shape irregular, filled with gray dancing shadows. His eyes are held on the ground oblivious to the thing above his head. He falls backward the flesh upon his back stinging and burning. He cannot move. He lays stiff, paralyzed both physically and emotionally. Looking upward he watches liquid fall upon his person; covering his form, it is the last thing he sees before the fluid eats away his flesh and disintegrates his bones. Where he had fallen nothing remains but his imprint. The mist retreats back up the mountain. Changing his form the creature heads back into the castle.
This is a rough draft of the first chapter of my in process horror novel. forgiver the formating, I have not formatted it properly yet. The soft fingers of her hand lay looped across the pendant hanging around her neck. The room’s darkness welcomes the glow emitting between her fingers, the color red streaks through black, its diagonal pattern shooting across the room splaying illumination throughout the darkness. Words flowed to their intended, caressing her ears with a sensual soft whisper, its command releasing the grip across the pendant. The red jewel of the pendants middle, now unencumbered, shoots an invasion of light upward their pattern dancing across the rooms ceiling. The voice behind the whisper fills the room, its command stern, sensual, and urgent. “Come to me--do not be afraid-- follow my voice. That’s it head for your balcony. See me through the panes of glass and turn the doorknob. Come outside. Place your hands in my extended palms Do not flinch, look into your heart, I am the one you have dreamed about; my appearance is the vision you want to see.” “Allow me to embrace you--feel my love--feel the need I have for you. Relax your form against mine. Cling to me tightly and together we shall explore a world you will never want to leave.” She clenches her body to his, listening to him speak, traveling with him, her movements not of her own making-controlled by his voice once more. “Do not look down, have confidence in my grasp around your lovely form. Feel the wind blowing through your hair. View the starlight sky as we glide on pure pockets of air.” “Loosen up, your tense body is conflicting my movement, restricting my wingspan and causing my tail to twirl. Please relax for if you don’t the real me will be exposed, then your dream will become a nightmare. Recall the passions within you, think of them, not of our journey. That’s it; imagine the handsome man you hold in your mind, the one with the black silky hair, olive skin, and emerald eyes. Think of my muscular form, imagine touching my biceps-- that a girl-- much better. Soon my darling “you” will be Queen of my Kingdom, you will reign beside me. I will fill every desire you ever wished for, you will satisfy my longings; you will fulfill your proper destiny.” “I have searched a long time for you, across the sands of deserts, across the blackest of seas, and through the cold dark atmosphere of night, sometimes dwelling in the dampest of places.” “ 'We are here my darling, look, look-see the tip of my castle engulfed by the clouds of its perimeters. See the flash of lightening illuminating our destination, crackling across the gray-slated roof we will land on. See the forms of my children, their white gowns flapping in the wind, their hands extended, ready to greet us with a loving embrace.” “Take a deep breath we are ready to descend.” “Oh look here are my lovely child like woman, my creations, now your servants. Take the olive branches from their hands, let their arms enfold across your waist one by one, kiss their lips hello, and then join your hand in mine.” Following his lead she listened-- her mind taking in his words--her footsteps moving to their beat. “Sit my darling in this red velvet cushioned chair; this is your parlor, the hub of the castle. Here we will meet people and conduct our business. Notice the fine wooden furniture, its mahogany elegance engraved with gold-filled etchings, images of scorpions, bats, and wolves. They are my family’s crests, the same etchings sit upon the stone posts holding our iron gates. The etchings feared by all, a warning not to enter unless invited.” “Enjoy the warmth of the fireplace. The wood burning in its hold comes from our land. The rest of the castle and its surroundings I will show you later.” “I shall now ring for the maid, she in turn will inform the cook to fix you something to eat. Excuse me now, I will return soon.” The sun has set over the horizon, its hues of red, yellow, orange, and blue swallowed by a shroud of darkness. In the center of the dark core the moon shines, three quarters full, a reflection of evil stamped in its mid section. Stars try to peer between the blackness surrounding them only to be forced back in its fold, their light hidden, forbidden to emerge. Shadows scar the earth with their images-a long tail emerges upward whipping through the air--its telson ready for the sting. The body of the creature stands erect bearing its eyes across the span of darkness searching for the intruder. Up the jagged mountains below him a stranger ventures forward. Jutted stones detour his steps, his breathing is raspy, his chest constricting in pain. He has ignored the no trespassing signs, he is on a mission, sent by a king, sent with a message for the one who has stolen the kings future wife.. He has taken no heed to the villagers warnings, he does not believe their foolish legend, he is intent on facing the man he was sent to find. His footsteps come to a halt, stopped by the shock of the view before him. Edging down the mountain a gray mist flows, its shape irregular, filled with gray dancing shadows. His eyes are held on the ground oblivious to the thing above his head. He falls backward the flesh upon his back stinging and burning. He cannot move. He lays stiff, paralyzed both physically and emotionally. Looking upward he watches liquid fall upon his person; covering his form, it is the last thing he sees before the fluid eats away his flesh and disintegrates his bones. Where he had fallen nothing remains but his imprint. The mist retreats back up the mountain. Changing his form the creature heads back into the castle.