Belladonna Eve Lamorte
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Masque Macabre
The Masque Macabre Edith arose to find her sanctuary silent. No sounds of life, no servants in her quarters. Vacant the hive-like drone of familiar domestic activity that Edith had grown accustomed to. Unnatural, deafening silence. A pin dropped and its echo resounded like the violent shattering of splintering glass. The shock contrasted wildly with the absence of sound.
By Belladonna Eve Lamorte2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Snack
The Midnight Snack. My fingers tremble as I type I can scarcely believe a woman of my intelligence could find herself in this position. It is the seventh night in which my conscience robs me of peace. The bed sheets are knotted and damp with sweet perspiration. Instead of counting sheep I am counting wolves. A pack of wolves hot on the heel of their prey and it is me that they are hunting. Then I feel the warm breath on the back of my neck and it is then that I fall back down into my body deprived of sleeps sweet lullaby.
By Belladonna Eve Lamorte4 years ago in Humans