The Lovely Seeker
New short story by me up at Guerrilla Graffiti (a lot of you read it back in October but now it has some groovy art work along with).
I sought Death.
Death isn’t an easy fellow to find, not if you’re trying, that is. If you’re not expecting him, he’ll surely come knocking at your door but for me he was elusive.
I’d been searching for him since I was a child. I admit he scared me, but he utterly fascinated me all the same. Death was exotic and unknown. Other girls could make do with the rough-and-tumble boys from the wrong side of town, but not me. Motorcycles and gangs, sex and rock’n’roll held no interest for me. I wanted the greatest high there was….I was a foolish girl.
I can admit that now after these long, long years, I’ve spent a lifetime, possibly two by this point, searching. And now I simply wait as the years go by. I wait and watch as the world around me changes to something unfamiliar and new. I wait alone…
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Posted on 2013.17.April, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
The real fear, the terror, that makes one to grasp on thin air for the next breath of air they take: the victimization of the victim: yes this sketch speaks a thousand words, even if not a single one was actually spoken!
awesome work Misty!
Thanks, Seth!!! 🙂
I really enjoyed your writing! Very talented!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words!
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