13 November 2011
Six Sentence Sunday 11/13/11
Remember Saw? Imagine Jigsaw's voice as I say "Hello, sixers". I couldn't stay away from the erotic horror (even though I tried), so this week's six is from my recently completed horror novella The House on ShadowBird Lane. Six co-workers are partying inside a house they don't know is haunted. And one of its inhabitants is watching them.
She sashayed into the room as though she owned it, tight leopard-print garment clinging to her body for dear life; it was far too short to be called a dress, considering it stopped only half an inch below her plump, delectable ass. I longed for the days when I had a body of my own because Lucifer in hell, the things I would have done to her. Her energy glowed around her, blood red and tarnished beyond repair, but her soul was strong. I could feel it. I floated closer to her and tasted her aura, and the damned thing left a taste like rotted meat on my senses so potent I nearly gagged. What kind of horrible person was she?
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