peter84jenkins
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I wrote this short story in 2004 and would dearly love to see it illustrated. Are there any artists here who could work with me and make this happen? Something with bold, but detailed sketching is how I envision it. I am however very open to suggestions. Please PM me so we can take this to email if anyone is interested. Thanks and I hope all who read, enjoy.
A fellow of the traveling sort made his way along a winding trail, tucked neatly alongside a river, and deep within a dark green forest. This river was deceitfully pleasant to listen to, but to wade within would mean a sure death. This forest was thick and gloomy; to enter its shadowy borders would surely make you a slave of fear and uncertainty for as long as you dwelt within. It seems the only sanctity is this narrow, soft, and sandy trail. The traveling fellow, a young man of little experience, decided to continue his journey along the safety of the path.
After a short time a beautiful, dainty girl stepped out of the forest, clad in only a windswept silken gown. Her eyes were ice blue and her pallor as soft and light as lofty clouds. With a voice as pleasing as spring song birds, she urged the young traveling fellow to accompany her into the forest with amorous propositions. He took her by the hand with glee, and followed her into an unknown and mysterious land. Lulled by her voice; enchanted by her kiss, and held captive by her warm embrace. He threw himself upon her, their bodies move with rhythmic harmony. His eyes closed, hands exploring an indescribable beauty, such soft and melting features.
When suddenly from her silken bodice, she pulls an ivory dirk, honed by witchery, and cursed by sorcery. Wielded high in her dainty hands, she brings the glinting point down into the traveling fellow’s beating heart. Dying…, his breath is stilled, and his hands fall from her heaving breast and rest lifeless by his side. She then drank lustily from the young man’s corpse, sucking away his youth to preserve her own. His flesh faded to ash, and hers became radiant and glowed bright with life. Then, in a hellish up swelling furry, wind rattles the forest, the skies break into a tempestuous storm; a mist rolls in, and the witch whore sank away into the plutonian black of night.
A fellow of the traveling sort made his way along a winding trail, tucked neatly alongside a river, and deep within a dark green forest. This river was deceitfully pleasant to listen to, but to wade within would mean a sure death. This forest was thick and gloomy; to enter its shadowy borders would surely make you a slave of fear and uncertainty for as long as you dwelt within. It seems the only sanctity is this narrow, soft, and sandy trail. The traveling fellow, a young man of little experience, decided to continue his journey along the safety of the path.
After a short time a beautiful, dainty girl stepped out of the forest, clad in only a windswept silken gown. Her eyes were ice blue and her pallor as soft and light as lofty clouds. With a voice as pleasing as spring song birds, she urged the young traveling fellow to accompany her into the forest with amorous propositions. He took her by the hand with glee, and followed her into an unknown and mysterious land. Lulled by her voice; enchanted by her kiss, and held captive by her warm embrace. He threw himself upon her, their bodies move with rhythmic harmony. His eyes closed, hands exploring an indescribable beauty, such soft and melting features.
When suddenly from her silken bodice, she pulls an ivory dirk, honed by witchery, and cursed by sorcery. Wielded high in her dainty hands, she brings the glinting point down into the traveling fellow’s beating heart. Dying…, his breath is stilled, and his hands fall from her heaving breast and rest lifeless by his side. She then drank lustily from the young man’s corpse, sucking away his youth to preserve her own. His flesh faded to ash, and hers became radiant and glowed bright with life. Then, in a hellish up swelling furry, wind rattles the forest, the skies break into a tempestuous storm; a mist rolls in, and the witch whore sank away into the plutonian black of night.
