Beneath a blood-red moon

Face set in fascia

Copyright-Al Forbes

High atop the edifice, he waited.

At long last the stars were in alignment, the astral bodies in place.

The clouds parted to reveal the voluptuous curves of the gibbous moon, and the city was bathed in her blood-red glow.Β  As her light caressed his form, fissures raced across the stone, weakening it.

With a sound like a crack of thunder the fascia fell away and Daelznyk the spine-biter, his heart quickened by the screams which filled the night air, roared in triumph before launching himself to the streets below to join his brethren, who were already feasting on man-flesh.


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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13 Responses to Beneath a blood-red moon

  1. draliman says:

    Okay, next time there’s a moon like that, remind me to lock myself safely in the house! I’ll never look at statues, gargoyles and the like in the same light again. And hopefully never in blood-red moonlight!
    I loved “the voluptuous curves of the gibbous moon” – very descriptive.
    Great story.

  2. Jan Brown says:

    Amazing little horror story—but “little” only in number of words, not in impact, fright or horror.

    Well done!

  3. atrm61 says:

    Yikes!!How terribly horrifying!Am glad it is only fiction-phew!

    Great job:-)

  4. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Imaginator,

    All I can think about is The Church lady saying, “Isn’t that special?”

    The story started off nicely and ended in blood and death and screaming. Wow.


    Doug (the sign biter)

  5. Dear Imaginator,

    The first thing that comes to mind is “Bon appetit” and “I’m outta here.” Your story is rife with vivid, if not disturbing, imagery. Well done.



  6. Well done! As Rochelle says, your vivid imagery and your well chosen prose made for an exciting and surprising tale. By the end of it, I wanted to run screaming for safety.

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