MLMM Photo Challenge — The Demon Within

6E25D9AD-DF6B-4690-8C58-70E81FB2ECBCHeather stood up after tightening the shoelace on one of her sneakers when Bill walked into the room. She smiled at him and started to walked up to him to give him a kiss. “Sweetie,” Bill said, “is that a cold sore or a bug bite you have there on your lips? They look a little swollen.”

frown appeared on Heather’s face. She reached up with her right hand and touched her upper and lower lips on the left side of her mouth. “Oh my God, it’s a rough patch and it almost feels like it’s undulating beneath my fingertips.” She beckoned Bill over to her. “Take a closer look and tell me what it is.”

Bill moved in close to get a better look at Heather’s lips. An icicle ran down his spine as he tried to fathom what he was seeing. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. He looked up into his girlfriend’s eyes, which had suddenly changed from beautiful brown to cat-like green.988ac3fe-93a6-4d5c-9a6d-4345c935d854.pngBill jumped back and started to scream, but before he could get a sound out, a long, serpent-like tongue shot out of Heather’s mouth, and numbed his cheek, essentially causing Bill’s body to become paralyzed.

A deep, masculine voice came out of what was once Heather’s mouth. “Welcome to Hell, mortal,” the voice said just before the hingeless, fanged mouth of the demon engulfed Bill’s head.

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Christo Dagorov.

Also for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “frown,” “shoelace,” and “icicle.”

More Than Meets The Eye

1165B906-A2CE-4B5E-AE77-B893A0D26A34Simon couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this the same young woman he had met just a few month before at that old apple orchard off of highway 51? She seemed to be there alone that day and he remembered how taken he was by the blue-eyed, raven-haired beauty. He couldn’t help staring at her and he followed her around the orchard, from a safe distance, of course, almost as a stalker might.

Then, as if fate intervened, she tripped on a tree root and badly twisted her ankle, which quickly swelled up and turned black and blue. Simon ran over to her and offered to carry her to his car and drive her home, since her ankle was too swollen for her to walk on. She demurely accepted his offer of assistance.

They began seeing each other and really hit it off. She was rather a tomboy who enjoyed hiking, biking, and playing softball with Simon and his pals. He couldn’t believe how fortuitous it was that he happened to be at the orchard that day and to have met this stunningly gorgeous young woman.

But tonight he was seeing yet another side to this multifaceted person, a side he had hadn’t expected. She had asked him to rent a tuxedo and to pick her up at her uncle’s home two towns over, but she refused to tell him what it was all about.

As he drove to the address she had given him, he was surprised to find a magnificent mansion at the end of a long driveway. Simon parked his car in front of the portico and was greeted by a uniformed man who opened his car door and gestured for him to go inside. When he got to the front door, another uniformed man led him inside into a grand foyer with an elegant spiral staircase toward the back of the expansive foyer.14DD1A03-1D1D-4F78-A012-FB65077E64D7There were perhaps a dozen couples dressed in tuxedos and gowns milling about, as if waiting for something important to happen. Simon was confused, having no idea what was happening. He felt as if he were in the middle of a “Twilight Zone” episode.

Then his phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket and read the text message. “I’m coming down” was all it said. And at that moment, he saw her as she began descending the staircase. All eyes were upon her as she slowly, step-by-step, made her way down. She was dressed in an elegant lace gown and the only word that came to Simon’s mind was resplendent.

Was this exquisite creature really his tomboy girlfriend? As Simon belatedly found out, she was, indeed, that same down-to-earth girl. But she was so much more, as well.

Written for these prompts:

Image credit: “Woman In Lace Gown On Staircase” by Jill Battaglia.

FOWC with Fandango — Swollen

FOWCWelcome to August 6, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “swollen.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.