“What you got there Jimmy?”
“Guava juice mate.”
“Guava juice! You’re drinking guava juice! Please tell me you’re joking.”
“It’s no joke Billy. I’m telling you mate, this stuff is dynamite. You should try it, amazing stuff it is. One glass of this and the women in this place will be all over me. Watch.”
Billy stood and watched as his friend knocked the drink back in one go. Within minutes blood oozed from his eyes and ears. Every woman in the place, young and old, turned and stared at him. Then, in a wild frenzy, they charged, fangs glistening.
Day 11 of my Drabble Project (100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).
He was a fanatic, of that there was no doubt. There were some that openly admired him, thought he was right to hang on to the old ways, keep alive our heritage, our traditions but they were few in number. The majority of us though, thought he was just plain crazy. We’d moved on, adapted to the modern age in which we lived. Something he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do. While we happily got our daily intake of blood in four litre cartons from the local supermarket he insisted on staying true to the old ways – hunting humans late at night.
“I’m telling you Billy it’ll be fine. Trust me. Look what it’s done for me. I feel great!”
I’m not sure Jimmy. I mean, ‘immortality’, that’s a lot to get your head round. What if we get bored with it?”
“You won’t mate, honest. The bloke who introduced me to it said it was absolutely marvellous.”
“But won’t it hurt Jimmy. You know what I’m like. I don’t do pain very well. Not since that episode with the dentist.”
“Trust me my friend, this will be nothing like the dentist, you’ll hardly notice it. A little bite on the neck, followed by a few minutes of light-headedness, then you’ll feel wonderful. Now, are you ready or not?”
sharp fangs owner
red blood dribbler
no shadow caster
This poem is made up of ‘kennings’ and is based on the poem below called ‘I Am Hamster’
He was a fanatic, of that there was no doubt. Some, secretly admired him, others thought him crazy. Most of us had moved on, adapted to the modern age in which we lived, but not him. While we happily got our daily intake of blood in four litre cartons from the local supermarket he insisted on staying true to the old ways – hunting humans at night.
A bit late this week with my offering for the Trifecta prompt. The word is ‘Mouth’ and the definition to be used is:
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
a) the place where a stream enters a larger body of water
b) the surface opening of an underground cavity
c) the opening of a container
d) an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe
Here is my 306 word story:
The mouth of the cave was covered in ivy and brambles, it was a wonder I’d noticed it. If I hadn’t fallen, at that precise spot, I would never have seen the small gap in the bottom corner. Without a moment’s hesitation I dived through the opening, lay perfectly still and prayed.
“He must be here somewhere. He can’t have just disappeared. You two, carry on down this path. The rest follow me. Let’s see if he double backed towards the river. Remember, if you find him, don’t hurt him, leave that to me.”
I hardly dared breathe. If they found this cave I was done for. Upsetting Jimmy Smith had not been one of my better ideas. How was I to know he was standing behind me when I likened his sister, Miranda, to an ugly, blood sucking vampire. It was meant to be a joke. Mind you, she is somewhat weird and most of us lads keep well clear of her.
Jimmy and his mates had been waiting for me after school. I’d been fortunate to get this far without getting caught and it looked as if my luck was holding. Outside, everything was quiet. I reckoned another 5 minutes and it would be safe to leave.
Then I heard the rustling noise behind me. Before I could move I was captured in a powerful beam of light. Someone was shining a torch at me.
“Hello Peter, how nice of you to visit. I didn’t know you cared, such a surprise.”
I recognised the voice straight away but what the hell was she doing here. Before I could ask, she’d pushed me to the floor and was sitting on top of me. The torch had fallen to the ground and was shining on her face. It was when Miranda smiled I noticed the teeth.
Click here – Trifecta: Week Sixty-Two – to read some great responses to this prompt.