Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
Beautiful Disaster
She warned me she was a vampire. I still invited her in. I thought she would palliate my loneliness. I should have done my research earlier like she did. Instead, I tried to ignore the red flags and let my defenses crack.
Sweet talk, late nights, deep conversation, and inside jokes embedded her in my mind. I thought I was the man of her dreams, but it was just my imagination, running away with me.
She built me up and drew me in, chewed me up and tossed the husk. I was just another specimen in her jar of hearts.
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No good ever comes from falling in love with vampires
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Naw, it sucks.
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When I saw the word “vampire”, I read “red flags” as “red fangs”.
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All right. I can see that.
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You can’t say she didn’t warn him. Many of us have a morbid fascination with our own demise. Sometimes having yourself turned into a husk and your heart thrown into a jar is worth it.
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Sometimes, we see those flashing lights and say, “Ooh, look at the pretty lights.”
That’s true. That heart’s been well used anyway.
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I love your description of the vampire’s seduction technique: ‘Sweet talk, late nights, deep conversation, and inside jokes embedded her in my mind.’ Yeah, that would do it…
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That’s how it always seems to go in my experiences, vampire or not. Thank you.
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Dear Nobbin,
I take it that jar of hearts was literal. Eeeew. To be fair, she did warn him. I enjoyed the read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Some things are irresistible despite the warnings. Thank you, Rochelle.
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Ah, yes, the life of a blood bag. Very underappreciated and lost souls.
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I don’t know. I donate a lot of blood. They always tell me it’s appreciated.
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Well, the red flags were there, so he can’t say he didn’t see it coming. Love is blindness after all. Nice one.
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Color-blindness, too. Thank you.
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Yep, we all fall for those vampire suckers draining the energy out of our lives.
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They suck me in every time.
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She literally chewed him up. He’s been warned.
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The chewing up can be fun. The after, not so much.
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I bet she sucked him dry…
I feel sorry for him. But she gave him bliss for a while.
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I guess getting sucked dry could be fun if you’re into that kind of thing.
For every up there’s a down. That’s life. If we’re lucky the ups last longer and are more enjoyable than the downs are painful.
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To love a vampire Such are the ups and downs of life,
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You know what they say, in every life, there must be some sucky parts.
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Poor man. Loneliness made him vulnerable, and she was not a good choice of companion, but I think he enjoyed the ride. The ending is great (not for your MC, but for the story 🙂).
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Loneliness can be a great motivator to overlook a lot.
The end is more important than the poor, tortured MC. I’ve tortured and killed many a character for the good of the story. Thank you.
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Gotta watch out for those vamps. I have to tell you, you lost me to music with: just my imagination running away with me and then I read build me up and I thought “buttercup” and then jar of hearts. Ah, well, musical vampires. 😀
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There’s always music playing in my head. Sometimes it comes out in my stories. Thanks.
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