Beautiful Nightmare

Avatar Author: Alice O'Bright At twenty: I can’t write or sing, I hate people while constantly surrounding myself with them, and I have these beautiful stories trapped in my head which my pen has yet to give justice. Read Bio

The eidolon dresses himself up each night to frequent my dreams. His liquid, black skin crawls down my cheek as his soulless eyes work to devour me whole. My lips quiver and stomach churns, but I can no longer discern whether it is fear or something more sinister that makes my throat clinch.

Each night the shade dresses himself as the finest men, every one with a tender smile and glowing laugh, but I can see him there beneath the skins. I hate him. I ache. Restlessly, I pace across the frozen marble, thrashing about my bed, fighting the urge to run. I mean, I fight the urge to stay. Nothing makes sense.

He crosses the room to meet me, to leave a secret in my ear. Even as he speaks, the words disappear. I can’t remember what he’s said. A whisper, a promise never kept. The more I cling to the words, the less air I take.

I awake, his eyes boring into me on yet another kindly face. I’m not fooled. He says our secret once again as we lay tangled on the bed: I love you. I run again from the promise never kept.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Very poetically tragic. I think it fits the challenge well that it sort of straddles fantasy, psychodrama, drama, and romance while not really committing to any one of them. Even in the uncertainty, the narrator’s discomfort and uncertainty come though really well.

  2. Avatar Abby (LoA)

    I agree with THX, you can see this Ficly as nothing and everything which is perfect for the challenge. It confused me all the way through. But in a good way.