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The Worst Suit

25th March, Story #85/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished 4 months ago 3 min read
Thanks AI, it's a little off- perfect for a dream though.

I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):

1. A Cock About to Cro-

2. Cat and Mouse

3. Just Desserts

4. A Pound of Soul

5. How Much Cake is one Soul Worth?

6. Hungry Like a Wolf

7. Hunt For a New Toy

8. The Dreamscape

9. Of Bone-crushing Hugs and Healing Purrs

10. One Expensive Cat


I faded from Hannah's dream before I changed from the catshape. I thought it'd upset her to see me like this. It upset me. I looked just like her, down to the pink nightdress she always wore with the cartoon animals.

I stole into his dream, taking a thread of it softly. He mustn't realise it was a dream, or if he had the knack of knowing it, he must believe he was in full control. I have to be smart about it. People don't always dream about things they've done or want to do.

Feeling sick, I lengthened the nightdress. Back in my body, my heart was hammering. I steadied myself, pulling my awareness away from it before it could yank me back to my fleshy prison. What's wrong with me? I placed a hand on the outside of the dream, altering it to resemble Hannah's bedroom.

Steeling yourself. I knew the meaning of that phrase, now. Really knew it. I can't remember the last time I'd been truly afraid. Of a man, or a dream. But what if this was the one time I wasn't in control? A few are natural talents at moving in the dreamscape, at manipulating it. What if he was one? What if, by the time I was sure, it was too late, and I was stuck there?

So. I steeled myself, and eased into the dream.

I'd know by his actions, his words. I must stay neutral, give no suggestion. It must all come from him. If I wasn't sure, then I'd leave off the hunt.

Why, though? I'd killed one man and tortured another for little more than offending me.

This is different.

I felt truly like a child, helpless and small. Clutching tight to a dream-thread, ready to change. I've appeared to men in all kinds of shapes and sizes, grotesque, macabre, horrifying. This one was the worst.

Shedding the childsuit at last, like Superman tearing off his journalist suit, only more horrifying, I grew. Huge. Relief and rage a potent cocktail.

I started with his feet. His agonised screams soothed me. We had hours 'til morning, and I was going to make the most of it.


Word count (excluding notes): 366

Submitted on 25th March at 23.40

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Comments (14)

  • Cathy holmes4 months ago

    His just desserts.

  • Deliciously delectable & a feast worthy of lengthy night.

  • Oh boy! I guess that answers the question without details - well done! This also opens up future possibilities of very horrific proportions for the narrator!

  • Christy Munson4 months ago

    Complex writing here. Nicely done! I especially enjoyed the gruesome bit: "I started with his feet. His agonised screams soothed me. We had hours 'til morning, and I was going to make the most of it."

  • Hannah Moore4 months ago

    I love the complexity of her feelings here. Fear, justice, hatred, rationalisation, pleasure.

  • Phil Flannery4 months ago

    Nom nom nom. Brilliant

  • Caroline Craven4 months ago

    Yikes. This is terrifyingly good!

  • Gerard DiLeo4 months ago

    Very intense. And then it got even worse.

  • John Cox4 months ago

    Dizzying with wonder and terror. Relief and Rage is a fascinating word pairing. All the more because I never would have thought of it. Really fine writing! Excited for more!

  • “M”4 months ago

    Amazing ♥︎

  • Daphsam4 months ago

    Oh my, this is so scary! I have chills! Well written.

  • Alex H Mittelman 4 months ago

    Steel yourself! This story is epic! Glad the screams were soothing, lol. Does she have the same powers as Morpheus of Sandman?

  • Brenton F4 months ago

    That second paragraph gave me goosebumps. Your descriptions of the dream state fill me with both awe and fear! So very well done LC! 👍

  • Babs Iverson4 months ago

    Terrifyingly terrific!!!💕❤️❤️

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