Friday Fictioneers — Time For Bed
Our fearless Friday Fictioneers fantastic female big cheese Rochelle has furnished us this weeks challenge.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end using the picture below. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
I draw my power from this earth. Running water draws it away. Sunset up, sunrise down. I live in a land of dripping midnight waters and soft grey web. I am a pedestrian who walks this path looking for unsuspecting virgins in the night. Demons and Spirits are my precursors so they say. I believe I have no name, just this white hand, a set of yellow teeth and a cold heart. I’m a thing in a box and with daylight I must return to heal my wounds from last night. Little drops of red liquor upon my sleeping lips.