« LJ: Hunter Becomes Hunted | Main | Wednesday »

February 26, 2008

From the Comments - By Heather S. Ingemar


The morning I woke with a dagger protruding from my chest, I knew I’d taken the wrong girl to bed. Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for blondes.

Sighing, I tugged at the knife. It scraped bone before sliding free, bloodless. I rubbed the puckered slit as I turned the delicate thing in my hands. Engraved vines curled around the grip.

The phone rang, and it was her.

“Thanks for the knife in my ribs,” I said, caustic.

“That’s what you get for being dead.”

As she said it, I felt my body begin to crumble, all to ash.

Damned enchanted knives.

Bookmark: del.icio.usDiggreddit


Check before you post!