By Thomas Reeve
Fists clenched, fly unzipped, the demon robbed you of your ability to be loved.
Then, we met. You tried to bare your soul to me, but the what-ifs became too much. You couldn’t bear the terror of happily ever after. Surely, I would hurt you, like he did.
My love became an errant spark that danced above your cauldron full of fuel. Old protective instincts kicked in. To escape the explosion, you needed to erase me.
I forgave you instantly.
As for the demon father—imprisoned—I hope his misery is such that all he can do is pray for death.
Information nicely dribbled out. It sounded evil enough at the beginning…
An effective portrayal of a woman who is emotionally damaged and can’t accept a sincere love.” I think the par. about the father should be earlier and the story end with “I forgive you instantly.
Powerful and well written–except for the mixed metaphors in the third paragraph. The addition of paternity, imprisonment, and your hatred made it interesting right to the end.
This story struck a nerve in me. I still don’t know how I feel about that. Was it a “demon father?”
Wow! You can strike a chilling mood in a very short space. This was so dark, but so well done. Very powerful writing!
Thank for the feedback and critiques, everyone.
-T.R.