IA Chapter by Adam OsborneAri tells Rayne about the carnival and persuades him to go. After further researching the Carnival he finds that this is its first and only year...and that the proprietors photo leaves him uneasy.“The sexiest carnival around!”
she said as she slammed the poster down in front of him on his work table. Rayne took the poster in his hands and read
the scratchy words printed across the image of a scantily clad busty beauty
aloud. “The Carnival Macabre: Hollywood’s biggest, sexiest, and most terrifying
carnival around.” He put the poster back
down. “What is this exactly?” Ari’s pale face was alight against her raven
colored hair and her nose ring glistened in her right nostril as they flared in
excitement. Her pale lips curved into a
devilish smile as she sat on his lap. “This my lovely husband of
mine” she said positioning herself against his moderately hairy, heavily
tattooed torso. “This is a burlesque carnival that focuses on Sex, Death, and
Fear! Right down our twisted little
alley.” Rayne stared at her for a moment
before looking back down to the poster.
His eyes caught glimpse of a line of dates printed at the bottom of the
poster. “October 29th, 30th,
and 31st.” He whispered. “Yep!” Ari chirped
excitedly. “Can we go?” She stared intently at him with her burning
emerald eyes, tracing the lines of his tattoos and the outer edge of his
pierced n*****s, using her seductive prowess to persuade. “Please?” “Honey, no.” Rayne sighed heavily as he pushed her hand
away lightly, “as much as I would like to go I have to hit the studio this
weekend, I can’t keep putting it off.”
He made his living as the lead character and make up designer for a big
movie company in Hollywood, with a specialty in horror design while Ari made
her living as a photographer who ran her own business, which flourished after
only a few short months of its launch.
The two were young and ambitious, and fell in love with one another and
married at the young age of twenty-two; a year before Rayne landed his current
job. They were an odd couple; he was
heavily tattooed with n****e piercings, a ring nestled against his left nostril
and one hugging his plump bottom lip.
His ears were gauged large enough to fit a pipe through and his hair was
shaven on all sides leaving a long patch that stretched from his forehead to
his crown, pulled back into a ponytail.
The only piercing she had was in her right nostril, and the only tattoo
a dragon on her hip; the result of a drunken night years ago. Her straight silky hair was wrapped around
her neck, draping over her shoulder. “C’mon!” She huffed, lightly punching him in the
chest. “Leave work alone for a while and
actually enjoy yourself.” Her eyes
pleaded with him but his jaw was set into a firm decisive state which screamed
rejection, a state to which she took notice.
She placed a slender, pale hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to
his ear, whispering something into it which made his eyebrows, and his heart
rate, rise. As she pulled away, her lips
rolled into a smirk as Rayne slowly nodded. “Okay fine.” He offered her a small, crooked smile. She stood up quickly with a squeal and danced
triumphantly around the room before plopping back down on his lap, wrapping her
arms around his neck. She leaned in
slowly, her lips gently pressing against his as her tongue slipped beyond the
boundaries of his lips, her hands grazing the light dusting of hair across his
chest. As she traveled down his chest,
she reached the boundaries of his cargo shorts and slithered beyond them
grasping him as they were consumed by passion.
Her hands retraced their path up to his face, scratching at his beard as
she stood, beckoning him away. His face was illuminated by
the bright lights of his computer screen.
Ari repositioned herself on her side, moaning as she stretched, hugging
her pillow closer to her; he turned to watch her, hoping he hadn’t disturbed
her slumber. The black sheets wrapped
her elegant form with artistic censorship, covering her bare breasts but
framing her pale, apple shaped buttocks in almost perfect structure. When he was sure she was still fast asleep,
he turned back to the computer and began furiously pecking away at the keyboard,
searching the internet until he found what he was looking for. The blurb beneath the blue link read: “The Carnival Macabre makes
its first and only appearance in Hollywood this Halloween season. Described by its proprietor as the sexiest
carnival around, those who come are sure not to be disappointed as the
mysterious mas-” The blurb ended midsentence, but Rayne’s interest was piqued
so that he clicked the link to read on. “Described
by its proprietor as ‘the sexiest carnival around, those who come are sure not
to be disappointed’ as the mysterious mastermind behind the carnival chuckled
from behind a Victorian plague doctor mask.
When asked to sum up the experience in just a few simple words, the
masked man whispered ‘it’s to die for’.”
Below the article was a picture of a man in a black trench coat, leather
cloves, a top hat, and a mask which looked like a fusion of a bird head and a
gas mask. As Rayne stared, an uneasy
feeling crept across his skin. © 2013 Adam OsborneFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAdam OsborneSalisbury, NCAboutI am a 24 year old Suspense/Thriller and Horror writer and married to a wonderfully supportive woman. I am expecting my first child in late April 2014. I Graduated with a Degree in Psychology with a.. more..Writing
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