I took you to a graveyard

To show you where so many things I have buried now lie

I shook as I recounted those tales

And laughed at things I should have cried at

You walked alongside me

As I took you on the tour

And when it ended, I expected you to run and leave me surrounded by the crumbling tombstones

But instead instead of running away

You loved it

I have been absolutely blown away by the high caliber of entries in my challenge:

Never fall asleep with an empty seat facing you. You never know what sits there while you sleep! Write a horror story, flash fiction, a poem, whatever suits your fancy. Let your imagination go wild.

Every single one of these prosers has outdone themselves with eloquently written horror or imaginative entries, all uniquely and creatively written. It is hard to believe the talent that is here in the pool of prosers. If you haven’t already looked at the entries, you should do so now and bookmark, bookmark, bookmark! If you haven’t entered this challenge yet, please do so to add to our wonderful writes. (Especially you men, there aren’t too many of you who have ignited your spark! And, I know it’s there!)

So, all of you who have entered, give yourself a big pat on the back and I reiterate, I am amazed how good you all are! Thank you so much, my friends. This is a wonderful community.

it started a few years ago.

i took silver out of a pencil sharpener

and ran it up and down her arms.

it hurt her

and it hurt me

but i enjoyed it.

i took the roll as a

sadist and masochist.

then i pushed the pleasure even further.

i starved her.

first it was emotionally.

i robbed her of hope and

i made it clear that she was

completely alone.

well, except for me.

she knew i was there.

the second time,

i starved her physically.

deprived her of food

and liquids.

she became weak.

so i went in for the kill.

she survived the first time.

silly little girl.

i tried a second time.

her heart stopped.

her breaths stopped.

but the stupid doctors wouldn't.

she escaped from me for a while,

but just like the rest of them,

she crawled right back into my arms.

she was different though.

she didn't care what i did to her.

it stopped being enjoyable.

i loved watching them cry

scream out for mercy

beg for redemption.

but there was none of that anymore.

so i left...

...and watched her

destroy herself

on her own.

if you asked people what love is

a pessimist would tell you love isn't real

a martyr would tell you god is love

a singer would tell you it's the reason they have a career

a six year old would tell you it's disney channel

a poet would tell you love is like a rose

if you asked me what love is

i would not speak at all