No need to scream in such terror, my love.
I only want the best of you
to be with all of me for eternity.
Dry your
salty trails
of frustration, my love.
I only want you to see
the beauty I see in you.
Stop your quivering lips, my love.
I only want to taste
of your sweet innocence,
the very aroma which led me
to you.
Ah, the pounding of your racing heart, my love.
Fuels my everlasting desire
to combine our souls,
twisted as one.
Save your strength for our union, my love.
Oh, how you disappoint me!
This is my first time participating in the 100 Word Challenge.
This week’s challenge is to ‘create a recipe of a dish fit for a witch.’
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Lucid Gypsy
October 30, 2012 at 2:08 AM
That is so creepy! well done 🙂
Chelle
October 30, 2012 at 9:50 AM
Thank you! 🙂 It did turn out creepier than I expected.
Lisa Wields Words
October 30, 2012 at 5:35 AM
I love the images as well as the intense creepiness of your words.
Chelle
October 30, 2012 at 9:53 AM
Thank you! I did try to see it from a mad person’s point of view. 🙂
Imelda
October 30, 2012 at 9:43 AM
This is utterly scary, Chelle. The recipe is something even a witch will shy away from. 🙂
Chelle
October 30, 2012 at 9:54 AM
Lol. No doubt, Imelda. Thanks for stopping in. 🙂
annahalford (@anhalf)
October 30, 2012 at 12:35 PM
The images really add to this; it’s a job well done in such a small number of words. I don’t quite understand why she disappointed him at the end? Maybe not enough blood?
Chelle
October 30, 2012 at 12:56 PM
It was an unrequited love. True madness will find fault with everyone chosen. Thanks for stopping by.
brudberg
October 30, 2012 at 1:16 PM
Well done, and very creepy. The combination with pictures were perfect.
Chelle
October 30, 2012 at 3:39 PM
Thank you! I was surprised my patience lasted as long as it did when I went in search of pictures.
newpillowbook
October 31, 2012 at 5:56 PM
Ooh, this is shuddery! If this is what she does for love, what would she do for hate? Never mind, I don’t want to know.
Chelle
October 31, 2012 at 9:28 PM
I like that thought. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Lonesome Jackalope
November 2, 2012 at 9:18 AM
If there is a thin line between love and hate, then you found the razor’s edge.
Chelle
November 2, 2012 at 10:22 PM
Heh heh. I like that.