3 Deadly Drabbles - Hated, Haunted, & Cursed

A trio of short tales designed to bring discomfort

Mantis

She straddles her prey, savoring the look of bliss on his face as she rocks back and forth. She can tell that he is close, and while she relishes these moments, there is almost some sadness that it is almost over.

His face contorts in ecstasy as his seed erupts in warm volcanic flow. When his eyes open, fear has replaced fulfillment, as he feels the blade tear through his neck.

Working furiously, she removes his head and holds it aloft, mouth open to catch the blood that falls from the ragged stump. She is sated, at least for now.

In Shadow

It started with seeing him out the corner of my eye, never more than a fleeting glimpse. Over time, he began to take form, filling out and staying a little longer, seemingly feeding off my fear.

Piece by piece, he became a constant part of my life, yet he seemed to play coy. Whenever I turned to see him, he would drift away like an old memory.

He has grown bolder now, though, and I feel he wants something. I swallow hard as he tips his hat and strolls toward my bed. That is when I see his sinister smile.

The Breakup

Telling her to leave had not been easy but listening to hr scream about curses and impending doom was tougher still.

Mark stared up at the ceiling, still feeling shaken by her outburst. He coughed, feeling something sharp tickle the back of his throat. Another cough struck, this time bringing with it a puff of dust.

Leaning over, Mark struggled to breathe as clods of dirt fell from his gaping mouth. Eyes bulging, he watched worms wriggled in the earth.

Out back, Claire grinned as threw more dirt on the doll she had so carefully crafted from Mark’s favorite shirt.