Master of the guardian stones

Deep within the swirling mists which obscured most of the length of the guardian stones, a proboscis dug into the gravelly sand, churning up tiny shellfish and crustaceans before a long narrow tongue picked them up, drew them into a hairy mouth.

It paused as it heard footsteps clomping on the wood of the bridge overhead, and the whimpering of a woman grew louder as the footsteps stopped.

“It is time.ย  In honour of our master, we do cast you upon the stones that he might be nourished by your virgin blood.ย  Go to him sister, the privilege is yours!”

The whimpering woman screamed, there was a wet cracking sound above, then the rich, tangy smell of blood running glistening down the sides of the stone beside which the creature had been foraging.ย  The creature, intrigued, looked up and flicked out its tongue.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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10 Responses to Master of the guardian stones

  1. sjp says:

    Intense, great piece ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Yik, this was not a heart-wharming and cozy.. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Ooer that sent chills – Excellent! Your descriptions brilliant in that 1st and last para.

  4. WOW. Unexpected and gripping. Not sure I want to know what exactly that creature is…! Great piece!!

  5. Maggie says:

    A little scary for me…a testament to your writing!

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