Whistling, he enters my room. My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer. Leaning close, he pricks me, then takes a hanky from his pocket; wiping my blood from his horn.
My soul oozes from the hole he made in my skin, and it pours into a jar.
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Poet Rummager 
God forbid. Nobody should deploy a vampire as a debt collector.
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Lol. No, not a vampire, Somali. Did you read about the blood being wiped from his horn? 😈
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Yes and the soul oozing out of a hole too …Eeeeks
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Just pack a cork 🙂
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Ohhh …Now I see. The image didn’t load..my imagination did …:D 😀
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I got confused and thought you were saying that the horned creature was ‘Somali’ haha
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Ooh, sounds fun! Xp
Great story!
Cheers! ^_^
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Hey Sinister! Don’t let anyone pour your soul into a jar. Thank you. 😈 👿 👹
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HAHA! Xp No worries there. I won’t. 🙂
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Packs quite a punch for a 50 word story. “My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer”. Mighty fine writin’ there, ma’am.
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Doomed deer hooves are frightening to hear. Thanks much Oggy! 👹
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Hmm, difficult one this…In my mind, whilst reading I saw the wine flowing freely with the bubbles the soul of the grapes, the apple, adam and eve in paradise…Plop..back to now..got the whole thing in a muddle, I think. xxx
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I think I like your wine and grapes version much better! Bottoms up. 🍷🍇
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…At least he was polite and wiped his horn.
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Devils are particular about their horns. They keep the tips very clean. 👹
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Unless they happen to be dirt devils, right? Haha — stay away from their horns! Trust me.
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You’re so funny! If they’re dirt devils, stay away from more than just their horns… their tubes get filthy, too. 😱
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Gotta remember to empty the receptacle! Or bad things will happen.
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Hmmm…you should write another 50 word story! It would be interesting to see what he does with the soul.
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Thanks for reading my story. That’s all there is! 👿
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But…but..but…damn.
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Ha! Nice “buts” 😀
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Don’t make any more pacts with that devil!
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Hahaha! But Devils can be so imPACTful!! Do I get a groan or what? 😈
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Nah! What the hell!
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So many images from these words
great read
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Thank you Sheldon. 👹💀
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Welcome back to the dark side Rose.
I knew you’d make it.
Was it scary over there on the
Light side? 😧
Great piece of flash fiction. 💀
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Too scary on the light side — 💡 My eyes are starting to hurt! . Ahhhh, look what I found — 🕶 Lol. Thanks so much, Alan. 😎
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Great story. This is why I don’t have blood.
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Thanks! You’ve gotta be more selective in whom you allow to penetrate you…. with their horns, that is 😀
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Horny penetrators?
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Bwhahaha! Ah, you made me chuckle, Chuckie. 😀 😀 😀
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Damn, this was good.
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50 words don’t give you a lot of
wiggle room, so I appreciate that you enjoyed it! 👹
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Phew, owe him nothing… hope so … 😉
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Haha! You’re hilarious. I doubt that you have to worry, Inese. 😀
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks Penney!
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Does it use the same jar for multiple souls, or one soul per jar? I would prefer my own jar. One never knows what sort of vermin one could be rubbing metaphorical shoulders with in a collective soul jar.
Love your poem, Rose, and that is quite a handsome horn. 🙂
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Lol! I do believe it’s one soul per jar. Devils are not to be trusted, but they are very protective of the souls they collect and don’t want any of them to catch diseases. Great question! 🙂 Thank you so much, Cathy.
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Well, thank God you put my mind to rest on that. No worries now, I will sleep well tonight knowing my sound will never be compromised by disease.
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The imagery of a soul oozing from a pricked skin… Fantastic!
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Thank you! Oozing souls are fascinating to watch; especially if a spigot is used. 😀
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The devil is out there, on the loose 😀 It’s a power-packed 50-word-story… !!!
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Haha! You should be writing commentaries for movie trailers 😀 You’re so dynamic!!
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😀 😀 ….
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I missed this one–I just came by it from Crow’s post.
Wonderful, spooky little gem. 🙂
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I’m glad you found it! Stay away from men carrying jars.
Oh, thanks a bunch, Merril. 🙂
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You’re welcome, and thanks for the tip. 😉
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