Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Token Of Love


Stanley gazed into her hazel eyes, hoping to find some of the fire…the je ne sais quoi that had inexorably drawn him to her like a moth to a flame. Sadly, he saw her dull, listless expression only bore mute witness she felt none of the all-consuming passion he did for her. 

He longed to effuse, to evoke, to remonstrate. He desperately needed to find some way to ensure Louise would never reject him again. The ache of her unkindness had insinuated itself deep within his very soul and could not be easily dispelled.

He instinctively felt the futility of such. The sure and certain realization that her heart was forever beyond his ability to win back did little more than rub salt into his wounded soul.

He yearned to hold her, to stroke the silk of her hair and inhale her clean, fragrant essence. Her stilted, withdrawn pose invited no closeness, no intimacy whatsoever. That she’d called his embraces, his touches, his kisses “fumbling” and ‘inept’ was thoroughly unexpected, Stanley had nearly wept. Even now, he could scarcely believe she found any sort of contact with him to be…’repugnant’. 

He reached toward her now, encouraged when she did not shrink from him. He cradled the cool skin of her face and with a final sigh, lifted her severed head, placing it into the vat of preservative fluid. While her heart might never be his to claim, her head was his for as long as he wished to have it.




This story was written for the Love Bites Blog Hop

13 comments:

  1. Now this is an amazing entry and the picture fit the guy perfectly, a total creep - love it :)

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  2. *shudders*
    This is the kind of imaginary that keep me up late at night, unable to sleep and cringing at every little sound.
    Nicely done!

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  3. I knew it would be nasty - you just can't help youself! Nice work.

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  4. Yep, that's love gone bad...not that he ever had her love! Creepy and chilling, brilliant!

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  5. Ooo lovely and dark and you do it so well!

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  6. Such a wicked wicked man - hehehe a perfect Anti-Valentine tale Jeffrey!

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  7. Creepy, creepy, and creepy. Great!

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  8. This is wickedly wonderful!! The title, photo and story are so complimentary - that face, the thought of a preserved severed head and the phrase 'token of love' are totally creeptastic!! ;)

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  9. I knew I didn't like that picture and read very quickly to get rid of it! Now I know why. Very chilling. . . with that last paragraph I suspect him to be a serial killer; his only way to achieve 'love'. A great entry, well written. x

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  10. I had a feeling I knew where this was headed but I'm still completely creeped out. Oh the shivers and that picture is perfect. Great entry :)

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  11. Nice, man... it was easy to visualize this very disturbing little piece of fiction.

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  12. oh yeah - that's how it's done.

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  13. The pic of the creepy man, only adds to your creepy ending! Bravo!!

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