Todays submission to the Friday Fictioneers is a return to more darker roots. I have to admit, upon reading this a number of times, I’m not convinced this is my best work. However, better to submit something than nothing. As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.
Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.
Warmth spreads, a sensation that brings to mind memories of a lazy day, snuggled in blankets, oblivious to the world as it passes by.
Vision blurred, I struggle to see, to wake, from a slumber that feels euphoric. Yet deep down, I know something is wrong.
In the background I hear voices, or maybe screams. Hard to tell, for the noise is drowned out by something closer, something menacing. A constant drone, the sound is numbing, disguising pain that should be felt.
A voice shouts warning. Suddenly, eyes spring open, horror engulfs me.
Above hovers an insect, man-size in proportion. It’s mandibles twitch, intent obvious, for I am to be main course.