Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Daylight

by John Xero


A bloodcurdling scream split the night, sending shivers down his spine.

No, no, no...

It was the curse of horror: all the good screams were taken, all the shivers and quickening heartbeats had been done. The dark, dank locales were overpopulated with all manner of cloaked psychos and grizzly monsters. You couldn’t hide your twisted creation anywhere, all the good spots had gone.

Bright sunlight dappled the forest floor. Two Red Admirals fluttered past, oblivious in their chaotic dance. It was a beautiful day. So why couldn't he shake the sense that something was stalking him, something broken and starved?












(Originally written for Six for Sunday on Easily Mused)
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2 comments:

  1. Steve Green21 January 2012 at 19:21

    Ah, daylight can be every inch as scary as the dark, in fact even scarier, no-one expects horror in the sunshine.

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    1. John Xero22 January 2012 at 14:18

      Thank you, Steve. The more people write, the harder it is to be original... some would say it's impossible, but we still like to try. =D

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