“Desire”
\nby DJ Tyrer<\/p>\n
She beckons in the mist to follow her down steps into the darkness below.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n It smells musty, like earth after the rain. Not horrible.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n She\u2019s no more than shadow, but I hear movement within the vault, her dress hitting the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Offers a hand with thin, sharp fingers. I take it.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n We kiss. No lips touch mine, just bare teeth, fleshless cheeks.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t care. The urge is too strong. We become one.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Flesh melts away. Flesh grows.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n In the furnace of our climax, she is reborn and I feel my consciousness burn away to the clatter of falling bones.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n –<\/p>\n DJ Tyrer is the person behind Atlantean Publishing<\/em>, editor of View From Atlantis<\/em> webzine, and has had flash fiction published in anthologies and magazines around the world, such as Apples, Shadows and Light<\/em> (Earlyworks Press), and Journals of Horror: Found Fiction<\/em> (Pleasant Storm Entertainment), issues of Sirens Call<\/em>, and Tigershark<\/em>, and on Cease Cows<\/em>, The Flash Fiction Press<\/em>, Space Squid<\/em>, and Trembling With Fear<\/em>. “Desire” by DJ Tyrer She beckons in the mist to follow her down steps into the darkness below. It smells musty, like earth after the rain. Not horrible. She\u2019s no more than shadow, but I hear movement within the vault, her dress hitting the floor. Offers a hand with thin, sharp fingers. I take it. … Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Desire by DJ Tyrer<\/span>
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