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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 07/13/2020
The Nocturnal Quill
Born 1976, M, from Whitechapel, Australia![The Nocturnal Quill](/storage/story/6A67E8F6-D606-02E5-D641-36ADCFBBC2D2_1594689066-image(228x285-crop).jpeg)
Darkness nipping at my feet,
Should I give it mead or meat?
It whispers to me in the long watches of the night; in words laced with ghoulish breath. It prods. It pushes. It wants things done. I watch it form a figure-eight whilst spinning tales of vice and hate. I pretend it’s not happening. The sharpened nib wounds the parchment. It bleeds. It suffers. It scabs over. My visitor speaks of witches and devils and it won’t stop until it's had its way.
Darkness sits atop my knee,
Should I serve it wine or tea?
The creature squats—gargoyle-like. Its claws draw symbols that have no place in the modern world. It conspires. It seethes. It takes issue with the Earth. I watch it play out wicked scenes as breezy windows sound like screams. I close my eyes and count to six. The quill scratches the paper. It bristles. It purrs. It arches its back. My guest speaks of heroes and maidens and it won’t stop until they’re all dead.
Darkness perched upon my head,
Should I proffer grog or bread?
The thing caresses my temples; I’m beginning to cave. It coos. It compliments. It honeys its words. I watch it flail, thrash, and dance and weave a verse of night’s expanse. I chew my tongue and savor its coppery tang. The ink stains the scroll. It screeches. It protests. It reeks of brimstone. My friend sings of headstones and corpses and he won’t cease until the dawn.
The Nocturnal Quill(Jason James Parker)
Darkness nipping at my feet,
Should I give it mead or meat?
It whispers to me in the long watches of the night; in words laced with ghoulish breath. It prods. It pushes. It wants things done. I watch it form a figure-eight whilst spinning tales of vice and hate. I pretend it’s not happening. The sharpened nib wounds the parchment. It bleeds. It suffers. It scabs over. My visitor speaks of witches and devils and it won’t stop until it's had its way.
Darkness sits atop my knee,
Should I serve it wine or tea?
The creature squats—gargoyle-like. Its claws draw symbols that have no place in the modern world. It conspires. It seethes. It takes issue with the Earth. I watch it play out wicked scenes as breezy windows sound like screams. I close my eyes and count to six. The quill scratches the paper. It bristles. It purrs. It arches its back. My guest speaks of heroes and maidens and it won’t stop until they’re all dead.
Darkness perched upon my head,
Should I proffer grog or bread?
The thing caresses my temples; I’m beginning to cave. It coos. It compliments. It honeys its words. I watch it flail, thrash, and dance and weave a verse of night’s expanse. I chew my tongue and savor its coppery tang. The ink stains the scroll. It screeches. It protests. It reeks of brimstone. My friend sings of headstones and corpses and he won’t cease until the dawn.
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Aziz
08/08/2020The same style, the same creativity but this piece of jason is very strong, shortcand concise.
Great
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Jason James Parker
08/09/2020Thank you, Aziz. I owe so much to Jd, Storystar, and the support and inspiration of great writers like yourself. : )
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Aciis Khatiwada
08/08/2020Praise worthy writing and a new style to look at.
Well done, Brother!
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JD
08/08/2020Delicious game you play with the powers that be and inner demons which fight for the heart and soul of mankind.... and scraps of bread as well. Should you feed it or not? Perhaps it is best to think twice.... when you feed its need it will feed on yours....
Happy Short Story STAR of the Day, Jason! Thanks for sharing your dark tales with us! :-)
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Jason James Parker
08/08/2020Thank you, Jd. You're so right about my intent with this piece. It was also written very late at night during a thunderstorm. : )
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