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Just One Taste

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Introduction: Sometimes one taste is not enough. Then we can’t stop.

Just One Taste

I opened my eyes to beaded curtains and scanned the premises. I was in my apartment in San Francisco feeling alone and somewhat lost. Was this a dream?

“Ouch!” I pinched myself and it hurt. I needed some fresh air and decided to head outside to see what was going on.

I took the ancient elevator cage from the 4th floor down to the lobby. It was deathly quiet in the hallway and I saw no one. Opening the security gate to exit the building I was stunned at what I saw.

The sidewalks were gone and the streets flooded with water. The buildings were there but the city now looked like the Venice canals. Not that I’d ever seen them before except in pictures.

Everything was deathly quiet and this city is never silent. Confused birds were circling in the sky complaining loudly the only sounds and signs of life. I too felt like crying.

“We are coming for you! Get ready to get in the boat!” My head snapped towards the abrupt words as if a balloon on a string. Then I saw the vessel. It was some kind of a boat, actually more like a huge floating platform with a colorful tent-like city on the deck.

I tried to remain calm as I stood on my steps waiting. Glancing around nervously, I saw no one else the city looked deserted. My head was full of doubt while my senses continued to flounder.

The sun burst through the clouds as the boat bumped up against my bottom step. As if to try and confirm to me that I was not dreaming a large man stepped forward offering his hand, “Hurry up and get on!”

I looked behind him hesitating because the boat was already incredibly full and not one more person could possibly fit.

“Is there enough room for me?” I managed to stutter. “Surely another boat will come along?”

“No one else is coming! They flooded the city to group us together this is all that’s left.” He sounded very sure of that fact as he picked me up like an overstuffed chair putting me onboard.

I was now standing on the deck along for the ride good or bad with more questions. I couldn’t believe it, once on the boat, it was huge! More like a city than a boat with people everywhere, doing everything.

I walked into a circus-like tent my eyes still adjusting to the light when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

I looked around trying to ascertain WHO was doing the attacking, WHO was getting attacked and WHO I was with now when I felt someone pulling my sleeve.

I looked down to see a very large blue insect. It seemed to be trying to get me to look at a box on a table. The insect was 4 feet tall with compound eyes and tiny wings.

“Just one taste,” it said pointing the bottom half of its segmented body straight up into the air. It rubbed its back feet together making a loud very annoying sound and I saw something spray into the air.

“Just one taste.” And just as quickly as it appeared it was gone leaving the box behind on the table.

Confused as I was about everything looking at the box made me feel so amazing! I was relaxed and no longer cared about the bug, today or how I got here. It was beautifully colored giving off a sort of warm glow and I swore it was breathing. I just knew it wanted me to open it!

I slowly touched it feeling faint and nauseous for a second or two just like mainlining a drug. I didn’t care about anything but opening that fascinating box. I hesitated for a moment thoughts rushing through my addled brain.

How did I get to this point and was this a dream or had I finally lost all reason? I didn’t know at the moment I just really wanted to open that fabulous box.

There was a large colorful button on the box that glowed with bright colors every time it pulsated. As soon as I pushed it I knew I had done the right thing! I felt a current run through my finger into my body…

It was still happening when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

Not again! Just then, the feeling intensified in my body and I heard that awful sound, that annoying insect sound startup as the box groaned softly popping open.

A brilliant light came from the inside of the box and then tiny blue bugs poured out of it. They looked like the insect I saw earlier and as they escaped the box they quickly grew to the same size.

The drugged feeling was quickly wearing off suddenly there were people rushing everywhere. It was almost comical seeing the 4-foot tall blue bugs chase and run them down.

“What did you do to us?” A nearby woman screamed as a bug brought her down right in front of me.

They couldn’t fly with those tiny wings but they could scramble in any direction with 8 legs. It held her down extending a sharp beak to puncture the skull with getting at the brain inside. The blood poured out of her mouth as she finally stopped struggling.

I looked back at the table now holding a large hatched egg-like thing. I couldn’t believe what I had done! These people stopped to pick me up and I betrayed them. The effect of the insect wore off and I was horrified!

Bugs were everywhere trapping people and eating their brains leaving the rest of the body behind like so much waste. Everywhere I turned people were dead and dying that awful insect sound in the air amongst the screaming and gore.

I felt my sleeve being pulled again and turned to face the same blue bug I saw just minutes earlier. I didn’t know this as a fact I just had a feeling it was the same very large blue insect. It almost looked as if it were smug and smiling.

“This is just a dream you know. You can’t hurt me I’ll just wake up.” I had no idea if this was true and it sounded weak even to me as I said it.

It quickly grabbed and trapped me with its legs as I saw myself held there, reflected hundreds of times in its compound eyes.

“Just one taste!” Not even a thank you as it cracked my skull painfully ripping into my brain.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Artwork by kyttenjanae (screen name) a wonderful GIF file animator I like. You can find her work easily online.

Many times I have dreams that end up in my stories. In this case, the dream is most of the story. I had a hard time deciding how to end it because as we all know, most dreams are mere segments and leave us hanging.

This was a quick write I hope you like it I realize it’s a strange one. I like to get comments good or bad it helps.

I have noticed all the new followers. Welcome! I write a lot so only have time between bike rides to decide what to write for the week. Right now, I’m not doing poetry so much as writing fiction so there will be more coming soon. You inspire me!

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The Window

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Introduction: One man’s homecoming is another man’s feast.

The narrow road curved up and around the mountain disappearing into the fog. The cabin of the coach was rocking to and fro in the murky darkness making the inhabitant a little sick and reluctant about traveling at this late hour.

The count leaned out of the window to see the road was just a worn path and he was looking over the very edge of that path. Loosened rocks tumbled down the sheer cliffs but the horses seemed sure-footed and steady. He breathed a prayer that they would make it.

They rounded the last corner finally reaching the top where the castle stood shrouded in mist, large dark and foreboding with no moon. He had grown up playing in this castle all those years ago. Now it was empty with all of his family dead and he was traveling back to make it his own.

He had forgotten how big the place was. Looking up he was surprised to see a light in an upper tower window. Yes, it looked like the light of a candle. Wasn’t that the room…

His thoughts were lost as the carriage jerked to a stop by the front gates.

“I thought this place was empty,” he said as he was helped out of the coach by the caretaker.

“Yes sir, the place is empty, stocked and restored like you requested. Just the two of us here. Why do you ask?”

Stopping in front of the gates the caretaker took the key from his hand, “Allow me, sir.” unlocking and opening the small door set in the castle gates. Handing the keys back he waited, “After you, sir.”

“No need to be so formal man, it’s just you and I. After all, your father worked and lived here his whole life as you have. It’s as much your home as it is mine.”

The count walked into the entranceway of his old home and looked around. The castle had been updated and some electricity was installed but otherwise, it was left like it had been for centuries. Was it his imagination or did the family photographs seem to be frowning down at him?

“It all looks so familiar but it’s been a long time,” he remarked as he walked out into the living quarters. There was a fire in the huge stone fireplace and nearby a group of velvet chairs faced it with a table made out of some huge piece of natural wood and glass. It looked new. He sat down and immediately felt just how tired he was. Drained was more like it.

“Can I show you to your room? Not all the rooms are ready but I put you in the main suite which was done first,” the caretaker smiled for the first time and was missing some teeth.

The count stifled a yawn,“Please do! I’m very tired from the trip it was demanding and I need some rest. Let me sleep in late tomorrow.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”

“I think not. Good night then.” The room looked very inviting for its size and the bed looked heavenly.

“If you need anything ring.” And with that, he left.

The count poured some water into the basin and washed up. His mind drifted back to the light in the window. That had been…her room. What could it mean? She had drowned and he had seen her dead body. But who would be in that room when the castle was empty?

There was no way the count was going to sleep until he visited her room for himself. He was going to see what was causing the strange light in the tower window and pulled on a heavy bathrobe lighting a candle chandelier.

Stepping into the hallway he was surprised at how well he remembered the way. Her room was in the tower and he cursed his bare feet on the cold stones as he flew up the steps.

He stood before the door sweating, waiting for what? Sheepishly, he turned the doorknob it was unlocked. The heavy door squeaked on its hinges as it swung open. He stepped into the room holding the candle high. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest! It was dark and he wished electric had been installed in this part of the castle.

On a table by the window, he saw an unlit candle and large crystal ball. He was sure this was window he’d seen the light in. When his candle was near the crystal ball the whole room lit up with beautiful shapes all over the walls.

It was mesmerizing to watch, the lights made him so happy! They were so beautiful! He forgot all about why he was here as he lit the candle next to the crystal ball. A bright light came to life spinning around the room, too bright to be the light he saw earlier, not that he cared at the moment.

All of sudden it got cold, colder than the winter chill, he could see his breath and felt a hand on his shoulder.

He spun around and was dumbfounded when he found himself looking at…her. Her eyes shone and her skin was like velvet and she was just as beautiful as before! She pulled him to her in an embrace as he breathed in her scent that he remembered so well.

The candle stayed lit as the shadows from the crystal ball grew, extinguishing all of the beautiful lights. He felt his head clearing as he gazed at his beloved sister his vision blurring a little. Her body felt different and that was not perfume he was smelling!

She smiled at him, one blue eye popping out of the socket and laying on her cheek, her body swelling and bloating. She looked like a body that had been in the water for a very long time but she was not dead and very strong.

The count was like a deer trapped in headlights as she held him fast, opening her mouth to reveal tiny sharp teeth. She was drooling and it fell to the floor melting the carpet.

Not a word was exchanged between them for the homecoming but you could hear the tearing flesh and screams echo throughout the castle as he died a slow death.

The caretaker kneeled outside the door watching through the keyhole a large grin on his face. When it got quiet he stood up and walked into the room.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

I wrote this story about the animated GIF. As soon as I saw it the story came pouring out of me. Of course, I grew up watching all kinds of black and white movies with this kind of stuff and loved it.

When the first horror movies in black and white like Frankenstein, The Mummy, etc. were coming out I was scared to death of them. I was just a kid who couldn’t sleep without my covers over my head to protect me from the darkness and what was hiding there.

I’ve had a few questions about this story but not in comments. If you could leave them in comments I could answer them in an orderly and reliable method. Would you like another chapter of this story?

The Changeling

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Introduction: Just when you think you know someone they go and change on you.

Her whole arm was throbbing painfully. Wincing, she pulled up the sleeve of her light sweater and it certainly looked worse than it had this morning. Shaking her head in irritation she abruptly stood up from the table spilling coffee from her overfilled mug. She watched as a dark brown ring soaked into the freshly laundered tablecloth.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” cried her sister as she swept into the room clearing the mess on the table.

“Oh, well no, I got scratched by that cat next door when I chased it out of our yard and now I think it’s getting infected,” she said as she picked at the wound. “That old bitty next door told me her cat had its shots but I don’t believe the ugly old witch!”

“How can you know anything about her? She just moved in and seems nice enough,” Cindi said as she dabbed at the offending ring.

Lisa half-heartedly listened to her sister as she stared out of the window. She was compelled to look. There was a bird outside and she found it fascinating! She watched it take off and blurted out, “It’s getting away!”

Cindi turned to look at her sister with surprise, “What did you just say?”

Lisa was standing at the window at rapt attention. Cindi frowned, something was going on with her sister and she was going to find out what. Before she could ask any more questions Lisa ran to the back door muttering to herself with excitement and left the kitchen leaving the door wide open.

Cindi ran after her calling out, “Lisa Marie this isn’t funny you better stop it now! What’s got into you today?”

She didn’t know what was wrong with her sister but she knew Lisa wasn’t in her right mind because Lisa didn’t like to get dirty nor did she like nature much. Her tastes ran to men and more men, and expensive shoes.

Lisa’s arm wasn’t hurting anymore and she felt stronger than she ever had before. What was this incredible feeling? She looked down and noticed she had kicked off her shoes and lost them. She should be worried about those shoes they had cost a lot.

She ran after the bird for a block but it doubled back and landed in a tree in her next door neighbors yard. She had to catch that bird and moved slowly towards the tree.

Cindi pulled up short when she caught sight of her sister in the neighbor’s backyard on her hands and knees. “What’s wrong with you Lisa, you’re scaring me! You need to get out of that yard and come home. ”

When she was closer she stopped in her tracks shocked at what she saw, “Why, Lisa just look at yourself!”

Lisa wondered just who this strange lady was and what she wanted from her. She heard a twig snap and turned her head back to the tree just as the bird chirped and took off. She lowered her tail and before she turned to face the lady blackness enveloped her.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” Cindi said cheerfully as she leaned over the large orange tabby cat and petted her head.

She wiped up some milk that had spilled on the floor and admired her handy work. Lisa Marie thanked her with a loud, “Meow!”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This came to me as soon as I saw the artwork. This was a poetry prompt that I wrote this story for instead. I based this on my old neighborhood growing up in Indiana and a mysterious neighbor that lived across the alley from us that was sorta like a witch with no kids.

Hot As Hell

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Introduction: To assume something can make an ass out of u and me but expectations can truly be hell.

It was hot as hell! Driving through this damn desert for my book signing near Los Vegas wasn’t my idea but it had to be done. The date had been booked by my manager for months in advance and my loyal fans would be waiting.

There was nothing to see but scrub plants, sand, and more sand. I had the air conditioning on high and wasn’t feeling it. I tweaked the nob getting nothing hearing a noise that sounded bad.

Belching steam and lurching like a drunk my overheated car came to a stop under the relentless sun. I tried to restart it but it was dead. I exited the only protection I had against the hell outside only to fill my lungs with hot air.

I looked around me half expecting the devil to make an appearance. The sand went on forever in the shimmering heat. There was no oasis like in the movies I was stuck in the middle of nowhere and I was going to be late!

I got out my trusty cell phone only to find no service. I searched my car finding nothing but an empty water bottle and a quarter. I expected lunch at the book signing event. My stomach was complaining already.

Nothing to do but start walking. I wasn’t on a highway I was on a backroad and it was deserted. There was no traffic whatsoever, not even a tumbleweed crossed my path.

My throat was parched and after a few miles, I felt dizzy and nauseated. I didn’t see one house or farm along this hot dusty road.  I sat down next to a barbwire fence that went nowhere for a rest and passed out.

Waking up it was near sunset. It still hadn’t cooled off after all of that time and no cars had passed me. I checked my cell phone and it was still without service. I was starving with a hell of a thirst but at least I felt a little better.

Then I saw her! She was strikingly beautiful, not unlike an angel as I gawked at her wondering where she came from. There were no signs of any transportation or buildings nearby.

Her makeup was perfect, she wore a skimpy sun top and blue jeans that fit her shapely body like it was painted on her. Her violet-purple eyes were bright and inviting as she looked at me but said nothing. Her look was inviting me to join her I stumbled to my feet.

It was odd she had a rope she was spinning around and around. First, it spun around her and then not. She was very good with it doing tricks like a cowgirl. As I got close she quickly threw it around me.

I felt as if under a spell as she talked to me with her eyes. They had a glow to them I’d never seen before. So, so, beautiful I forgot the heat, my thirst, my car and my predicament.

She started dancing with and around me the rope moving about as she circled. I had no idea who she was but could care less about asking. I never felt more captivated by a woman. Maybe I could get away but did I want to?

Embers rose from the large fire nearby filling the sky. Surely the fire was there before and I had missed it. Physically I felt wonderful on top of the world! There were a million stars on this moonless night but I only had eyes for her.

Suddenly, she dropped the rope and kissed me passionately. The kiss made me muzzy I was a goner. Her hands were all over my body at once. She couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough ripping my shirt. I could care less.

Now both of us naked we sank down in the sand where only the sky bore witness. I was eager to have her and she was ready for me not making a sound.

Her fingernails raked my back as I entered her deeply. It felt like nothing I’ve ever had before when suddenly I saw bright lights as a horrible pain raged through my back. Panic gripped me, the cuts felt deep; to the bone!

She rolled us over getting on top and fucking me with wild abandon. I was bleeding profusely and in no time we were covered in my hot sticky blood!

The pain was horrible my flesh was being ripped off in pieces and it’s then I heard her. Her terrible laughter was echoing off of the distant canyon walls.

She sat up on me smiling down with white pointed teeth as her tongue flashed snake-like from her hideous gaping mouth. Her eyes were yellow and her breasts and naked body had been slashed with satan’s great claws.

That repulsive creature finally stepped off of me as the devil himself showed up. Thankfully, I passed out but my last thought rang clear as a bell.

I had expected the devil to make an appearance.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

I hope some of you laughed.

That is Liz Taylor in this photograph (which I animated) that inspired me to write this story. She’s wearing a sun-top, not a bra it’s a famous picture of her.