Stories tagged “Prey”

  • Fly With Me

    He had spent all morning watching his prey. “Soon” he thought. With the guile of a true predator he silently swooped. ’Come to daddy you precious little one". No feather was disturbed on the chicken as the Kookaburra flew swift...

    • Author: Marli
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Not yet..

    I waited on the doorstep of a shack, listening as the cylinders in each lock turned. To pass the time as my path was cleared, I made sure my eyes were the correct color. The door opened at last, a sliver of light slipping into the night air, accompanie...

  • Watching the Dogs

    Though the green light winked at him, Micah did not move. He had not moved all night, nor had he taken the traffic signal’s advice the two previous nights. His lonely vigil, thus far inneffectual, kept him parked in a rented car outside ‘Ho...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • An Invisible Noose

    “It’s about time I caught up to you. I’m surprised you didn’t try to hop back home.” The handsome man smiled but his eyes were cold and had an odd stillness about them. Charles looked around helplessly. Even now the crowd ...

  • Human Nature

    Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • IT's (Not by Stephen King)

    It guffaws from the thick forestry Hillside adjacent To where we are Laughing its deep lament of poetry (Meanwhile, the moons of Jupiter languish on a star) We can’t be complacent! It saw fear in our stare It smells flesh in our scent Like our ...

  • News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity

    Here’s some news! I refuse to be used I choose careful clues A foot print pair of terrible hooves I stare stoned and lose Bare boned with barely Bearable blues and clarity Waking wearily wearing Booze breath Two step in my shoes Cruise in my f...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Life, Death, Sensation, and Predation

    An aggressive sun over Tucson warms scales as they slide by, shadow to shadow, crevice to crevice. Practiced muscles pull pendulous coils along. This way and that turns the angular head, a marvel of biologic engineering, sleek yet expansive when needed...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5