Charles’ eyes drooped; poison consuming him. He’d soon be with Annabelle whom he’d strangled in the house. He saw a dark form, beyond the trees, approaching.
“Anna?”
The demon took his soul; no bigger than a thumbnail, and chewed it like gum.
“Tastes like strawberries!”
Charles screamed in his mouth.
*Fruity photo by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit his blog). ❤
Poet Rummager 
A great dark and fun story. Bravo. 💀
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Thanks Alan! Trying to wait patiently for your next dark work 🙂
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I laughed. Then I hated myself. Then I laughed again!
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Never stop laughing! 🙂
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X’D
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😀
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I think you might need to see somebody…. nevermind. This was great. Seems to be your time of year.
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Hahaha! No one can cure me….no one I say! Did you notice my writing improved after I “met” you? Coincidence? I think NOT. xo
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You rock.
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Oh strawberry dark one. It was delicious
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Here, have another strawberry flavored soul! Glad you enjoyed ❤
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I did thank you
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Yuck! Strawberries are nasty — I guess I should never eat a soul!
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Really? It’s a cool photo, though. You don’t like the taste or its texture?
It does look kinda scary close up. Lol.
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I never liked strawberries — everything about them disturbs me — especially the texture.
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Well, that’ll teach him!
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He’ll be the devil’s gum for an eternity!
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Hahaha! I love it when I scare Sponge Bob! He’s such a wussy 😀
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Well, it serves him right for strangling people in houses. I wonder if the demon can blow bubbles with his soul.
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I love that thought! His soul’s only the size of a thumbnail, so perhaps a little bubble?
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If he’s really clever, he could probably blow smoke into it, like a saw someone do on TV once with a soap bubble. He’s a demon, so he wouldn’t even need a cigarette.
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Bwhahahahaha!!! xo
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With Halloween upon us I planned on dressing up in a White plastic garbage bag. Planned on popping it over the head and poking out two holes for arms. Have you guessed what my costume represents? If you guessed Casper, the friendly ghost I say nay nay. I planned on going as “white trash” 🙂
Your poem has changed my mind. I shall go as a strawberry with makeup to enhance a crazy appearance (may not need the makeup 😉 ) searching door to door and verbally shouting as only a crazy man can, “has anyone seen my Annabelle?” the result of which may cause a mandated change of residency.
All future correspondence can be sent to either of the following addresses:
County Jail OR Southern Hospitality For The Criminally Insane
Charlotte, NC Charlotte, NC
You’re the only person I know that can write such dark tales and still make your reader’s face experience a multitude of expressions. Incredibly satisfying!!
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White trash?! Lmao!! I did not expect that, and my surprise scared my cats as I howled with laughter and amazement!
You’ll make a fine strawberry, and I just dare you to go door to door asking for Annabelle 😀
Stephen Wright has nothing on you — NOTHING!
Thank you! xo
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Wow… Speechless…. Loved this!
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Thanks Tosh! xo
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