NightmaresA Story by Wes HartNot so much a story as a description. I have seen this thing before in my dreams. I hear the sound of hooves coming
down the asphalt. I turn and watch it come towards me. Its body is like a horse's in size
and proportion. Long lank hair falls from every inch of it. The hair is thick
and clogged with a foul smelling oil that turns its coat a purplish-black. It has no legs. Upon its hide are strange plates.
They are a rusted olive color and look like the plating of an armadillo. Its
back is covered in this armor from tail to head. It has no eyes. The neck is long and tapers to a
head that reminds me of a greyhound. The jaw is split down the middle. The head
is covered in plating while leaving the jaw free. When it opens its maw to roar
at me in silence I see its rows of doglike fangs. The mouth is a sickly pink
color. It
charges me. I know no more. © 2014 Wes Hart |
StatsAuthorWes HartRichmond, VAAboutI write when the mood strikes me. I tend to be a very Schmendrick-like individual with my muses. I let them run their course. I'm working on becoming more tempered as an author. Hopefully this com.. more..Writing
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