I found the box in the attic, occupying a shaft of gray light angling through a time-crusted window. A blanket of dust had gathered to keep it warm. A brush of my hand peeled back the blanket to reveal a gargoyle’s face in mother-of-pearl. A ratchet lever protruded from the side, as on a jack-in-the-box. I cranked it, slowly, expecting corrosion to have frozen the mechanism. The arm turned, gathering tension. I released it, and tinkling notes rose from the box, echoed from a deep place, discordant, unsettling. And with them spewed a breath of darkness I could not outrun.
She was unaware of my existence even though I attended every performance and sent roses to her dressing room, together with engraved invitations to candlelit suppers at exclusive restaurants. All to no avail. She never graced me with her presence and barely glanced my way when she left the theatre with the latest in her long line of inamoratos. I was merely an infatuated stage-door Johnny. Just another face in the crowd.
But now, she dances for me alone and at my bidding. She cannot refuse.
And her pirouettes are a thing of beauty each time I open the music box.
Last Edit: Jun 9, 2021 13:16:13 GMT -6 by FoxxGlove
Squatter’s Rites 3 Candice and I spent our anniversary in the usual fashion. A morning meal at Beverly’s Saloon. Followed by the end of the year dog sled races at the racecourse, with dancing, sweets, and friends. Afterward, I to the General Store for socializing and her home, to prepare dinner. Rack of lamb, potatoes, beans, and apple pie. Returning home, I gave her a new music box before we cast ourselves onto the bed for some unpretentious lovemaking. This time she’ll get with child, for sure. We awoke to the front door opening and it walked in. This time the wraith dies.
Alatariel: My first time really looking at them all, and I agree! So good!
Oct 17, 2021 10:56:20 GMT -6
FoxxGlove: Ack....hate it when I've checked and double checked and even triple checked to make sure all is good, only to find out I submitted an entry that has errors. ACK......
Oct 17, 2021 11:10:56 GMT -6
Alatariel: Always! No matter how many time I read through mine, there will always be something someone picks up on that I missed
Oct 17, 2021 11:32:43 GMT -6
pelwrath: I have learned to accept that I’ll have errors, it’s a given. Only do my best to minimize the number of errors.
Oct 17, 2021 12:01:16 GMT -6
Mazulla: Same here! Why is it we only notice these things once they're submitted?!
Oct 17, 2021 12:19:07 GMT -6
Alatariel: Honestly if it's something small I won't take off points because we're all human.
Oct 17, 2021 13:48:59 GMT -6
FoxxGlove: Going to adopt the same policy, Alatariel. Such wise words.
Oct 17, 2021 14:47:20 GMT -6
pelwrath: It's been a few weeks but I had an idea for a 100-word story, and posted.
Oct 18, 2021 0:48:18 GMT -6
Mazulla: Your 100 word entry is great, Pelwrath. I don't have any ideas nailed down yet. I seem to always think on it a few days and sometimes don't post til the last day.
Oct 18, 2021 11:30:37 GMT -6
pelwrath: Mazulla, thank you for your kind words. In truth, I didn’t think I’d have a story for ‘crisp’, that I’d like. While cleaning the windows and screens for winter, the idea came to me. The day was a very cloudy one but for a few minutes the sun did shine.
Oct 18, 2021 12:05:20 GMT -6
Mazulla: When you're trying to put together some critiques, but your 80-90lb dog keeps throwing himself in your lap... And keeps looking at me and smiling. You can see this goof here: i.imgur.com/8UvQpbD.jpg?1
Oct 18, 2021 13:00:28 GMT -6
Alatariel: OMG that picture Mazulla! I'm dying
Oct 18, 2021 13:09:04 GMT -6
Mazulla: Distracting, isn't it? Haha! He makes it so hard to ignore him.
Oct 18, 2021 16:44:14 GMT -6
pelwrath: Don’t know if he’s laughing or barring his teeth to protect the computer.
Oct 18, 2021 20:04:57 GMT -6
Mazulla: Oh, he's definitely being a goof! It's a funny attention-seeking maneuver. Quite dramatic about it, too, always throwing his head back to show those pearly whites.
Oct 18, 2021 21:11:03 GMT -6