Smile in the Dark
They cannot, must not see me smile.
Why?
Because I am a slave of Darkness and I never smile in light.
When they see my face they realise that all life is short.
Life is sunshine that is brief, and it burns.
Darkness is cool and caressing.
What they do not know is that in the soft comforting blackness I am at home.
In my tunnel there is no light at the end; that is how it should be.
So long as my darkness prevails, my world will live on.
I smile at the prospect.
Because midnight is my world.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello, Allan. Is your protagonist a vampire, or is it really just an owl like in the picture? I really enjoyed every description in your story that let me keep guessing. Nicely done.
Thank you Lotchie. More the vampire I think.
You’re always welcome, Allan.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is really spooky, Allan! Could this be Dracula, the Prince of Darkness? You describe so well his lifestyle, not someone I’d like to meet at midnight! Well done!
You’re on the right track, Linda! The answer may well be in the extension, now on the drawing board!!
A great, chilling protagonist who I most certainly wouldn’t fancy meeting down a dark tunnel, Allan. Nicely done
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Carrie. If you found him chilling, I’e done my job!!