The TasteA Story by Ignacious Lamont Crowleywritten for the "First Line" contest April 20, 2012 - Feb 28 2013.The Taste by: Ignacious Lamont Crowley My first taste of human flesh was accidental, but it caused a stirring inside me. I knew I needed more. I still wonder , every so often, if that shaman knew what was going to happen to me. If maybe he did know magic. Sometimes I wonder if he could have stopped it. Then I wonder if I care? * * * * * I search for my prey. I can almost taste the sweet flavor. My mouth waters at the thought. I approach the hamlet knowing I shall have my choice of the delicacies available - young, old, fast, slow, fat, thin, they were all there for my whim. I silently creep along between two huts. I sniff the air. A storm is coming. I hear too many voices here. I do not feel like having an audience tonight. I move to the next set of huts. I hear a growl at the next domicile. I do not care to feed on a canine, perhaps tomorrow, but, today I am here for a more tasty delicacy. I quickly scramble to the next dwelling. I do not need it to alert the others. I hear nothing other than steady breathing. The breath of the sleeping. A quick jump and I come through the window landing as silently as I move. I edge forward and inhale the sweet scent. I look at it. Too old and thin. Not enough food there. I move to the other in the room. Better, not to old or to young. The meat should be tender and lean. One quick swipe and it will be mine. I have to be quick and accurate, for I cannot allow any noise to attract others. Until I am ready of course. The bloodlust is overwhelming. I cannot resist any more. I simply bite down on it's throat. It tries to scream but cannot. It flails around trying to escape, but to no avail. Moments later it stops thrashing about. I feel the juices flow into my mouth and the ecstasy begins. I devour all I can fit into my stomach. I begin to feel tired. I grab what is left of my meal and vault through the window again. I disappear to my lair to sleep off my full belly and I even have a snack for later. I smell them coming. Even through the torpor of sleep I know they are here. And why they are here. I can hear the clacking of firearms. They have decided I must go. I shall not fall without a fight. Perhaps I can get one more taste of the exquisite before I die. I know there are too many for me to survive. I prepare myself. I hunch down ready to spring. I let out a roar and pounce on the first I see. It goes down easily under my weight. I swipe at two others before I feel the first impact. It will take more than that to stop me. I leap onto the next and sink my teeth into his chest. There it is. The rush. I go into a frenzy swiping and biting as I feel impact after impact. I start to slow down. Start feeling sleepy, sluggish. It starts to go dark.... * * * * * The
hunter stepped forward to make sure the beast was dead. It killed many in the hamlet and even more
in other villages. They will pay well
for the corpse. And it will make a
beautiful trophy.
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The fire had almost gone out by the time the shaman opened his eyes. He shuddered a moment, coming back to his body always made him feel like a stranger in his own skin. For a moment he caught himself licking his arm, he could still feel the blood on it.
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11 Reviews Added on January 27, 2013 Last Updated on September 26, 2014 Tags: fiction, first person AuthorIgnacious Lamont CrowleyMarlow, OKAboutIn search of an artist. I picture a lot of my stories as graphic novels/ comics. more..Writing
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