Today on Drabble Wednesday, take a
journey to the darkest underbellies of worlds beyond this realm...
Assassin
The oblique glances, the careful
sidestep to avoid me on the street.
I see it. I see it all.
They are afraid. As well they
should be, for I could snuff out their pitiful lives with ease. I am the
creature society shuns, the thing
those supposed upstanding denizens consider undesirable.
Until they need me.
Then they slink into my presence to
toss their gold at my feet and give me the names of those they want killed. They
hire their assassin and I do my work.
Then I kill the true undesired
and drink my fill of their blood.
~*~
Imagined Things
Skitters in the shadows,
incoherent whispers lost in the dark wind, thumps that make you walk faster,
have you casting glances into the night. You scoff, while shivering. Your pulse
races as you scold yourself. Only in your imagination. Not real. Just the mind
playing tricks.
What if it isn’t in your head?
What if something truly lurks in
the dark?
Because we do.
Bumps, bangs, and bogeymen.
Skulking, creeping, coming out to play when the sun goes down.
We are behind you. Following you.
Waiting for the right moment.
And you won’t be going home
tonight.
Or ever again.
~*~
The Ruling Elite
Everyone falls from grace. Sooner
or later.
Riding high one day and in the
gutter the next. I’ve seen them all.
The nature of this cesspool
kingdom. Kings and queens think they can hold on to their power, but it don’t
last. They lose their grip on the crown and they’re gone. And someone else’s
ass is sitting on the throne. Until they get the boot. Or the ax.
Yeah, they all fall out of
favour.
Or get pushed.
That’s where I come in. My
specialty that.
For the right amount of gold.
A gal’s got to make a living.
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