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Coffin Hop 2013 ~ Burning

Burning

My hands cupped these devastated ears. I wished not to know, not to hear, not to be. The screams… No! I will not hear them. I hear only the patter of their small feet as they dashed through the hall, the oaken floors sounding their playful joy as they rushed to be the first to the finish. Time and again, I had asked them to mind their jostling. The gaslight at the top of the stairwell far too close to the draperies, yet they would not heed my warning; what small boy would – let alone two. Beautiful, cherubic faces framed in locks of golden curls. These were my children, my angels. All who saw them commented upon their beauty, their grace and their charm. Well mannered to a fault in public, how could I deny my darlings the simple love to race the second floor corridor of our home. The narrow confines, the striped paper upon the walls, the red velvet terminus all but beckoned them: ‘Come, play, be children of joy, race my length to see who would win first place.’

I believe this house to be evil; I believe it wished to steal the souls of my beautiful children. I believe it encouraged them to the joy they found only to trap them within the hell in which they perished.

Yes, perished; my dear, sweet ones. Taken in a fit of outlandish foolery, foolery that rang through the house in peels of gleeful laughter. Foolery that this house sought to use to turn the devil’s eye upon itself.

Seeing to the summer linens, I was storing them in the hope chest at the foot of my husband’s bed while I listened to their giggles drift from the hall. By the time the sound of their screams reached my ears, the velvet was fully engulfed in licking flames. My fear realized at last, the drapery had been set alight. I called to them, but Samuel, the older by just shy of half the hour, used his jacket in an attempt to extinguish the blaze. His younger sibling, Matthew, tugged upon the coverings in an attempt to dislodge them from their hangings. Before my foot could leave the floor, I watched as the heaviness of the fabric tore free and descended upon him.

My knees near buckled. Samuel — I could at least save Samuel from this fate. Then yet again, my eyes betrayed me as his arm tangled within the drape. In his panic to dislodge it, the poor child only spun the roaring fabric tighter about himself. One final look he offered me. A look of fear beyond my imagining as he toppled forward; the two tumbled down the wooden stairs tangled together in the burning shroud.

My heart stolen from my chest, the breath I was holding released in a fevered shriek as my impotent arm shot forward. I stood there, watching, waiting, hoping beyond all sanity that what I had just bore witness to had not transpired; though my destroyed mind assured me it had. I retreated backwards into the bedroom. I sought not refuge from the inferno raging at the end of the hall, but refuge from what my mind’s eye would show me over and over again. Finally, finding my back to the corner, I sunk to my skirts, as I prayed to God Almighty to return my darling sons to me.

As the coolness of the wall upon my back began to warm, and the plaster ran with cracks, my tears finally found their way to the flickering light. Again, I did not mourn for myself, I asked only to be granted the peace to no longer hear the screaming of angels.

 

© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.


Coffin Hop Goodies!

How do you get them? Comment on my Coffin Hop 2013 posts on this blog – I’m posting something new each day, so keep coming back for more chances to win. When will they be announced? When the hop ends (after October 31st). What are they going to be? A surprise! I like surprises, don’t you? ;}

Don’t forget to visit my other two blogs that are participating:
Spreading the Writer’s Word
The Road to Nowhere…

and the Sirens Call Publications blog:
The Sirens Song

plus the blog for the writing group I belong to:
Pen of the Damned

and all the other amazing hoppers on the Coffin Hop list!



Coffin Hop 2013 ~ Rage

Rage

I’d seen it before – glimpsed it from the corner of my eye as I walked past the open doorway – but never had it revealed itself to me openly. Today, as I glanced back into the guest room certain that I would see nothing, there it was, looming before me. It stared back, eyes the color of onyx, seething with anger and intent. Its clawed hands clenched into fists, its interlocking teeth bared in a snarl, its lips quivering with menace, and its chest heaving with hostility and rage. Foulest of all was its opalescent skin, skin that dripped putrescent globules of mucus onto the wooden floor. It conveyed a hatred beyond belief.

Frozen in the moment, I stood stock-still. The crash of the laundry basket hitting the floor yanked me back to the normal world. As soon as the basket landed, the thing hissed and leapt. I turned in a vain attempt to escape. I screamed, but was only able to utter a whimper of shock and terror. Just as I made my way through the doorway to my own bedroom, it landed upon my back. It tore at my hair, ripped apart my clothing and flesh, dug through my shoulder blade with its taloned grip as it ripped the scapula free of the muscle and sinew holding it in place. I fell to the floor, taking it with me.

Having found my voice, I screamed at full volume with every ounce of breath in me. It tore at my face, rent my lip in two and slashed bits of flesh from my cheeks. All the while, I dragged my body forward, desperately trying to escape. Then it bit into the base of my skull – the sensation of its teeth sinking in seared through my brain and halted my forward motion. I lay there waiting to die; it sat upon me, savoring my anguish.

Then another sound reached my ears; a venomous hiss. The thing whipped around, saw the cat hiding under the bed, hissed in return and used its clawed feet to leap into the air, further gouging my back as it fled. I lay there terrified to move; terrified not to try. It was no use, my body would not respond. The cat crawled out from under the bed, sniffed me and mewled deep in his chest as if asking forgiveness before he ran off, abandoning me to my fate.

I lay there alone, unable to move, panting for breath. Six hours before the children would be home, just shy of six hours before their father returned from work. I prayed to God that he would find me first.

From somewhere in the room, the sound of a glob hitting the floor echoed off the wood.

 

© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.


Coffin Hop Goodies!

How do you get them? Comment on my Coffin Hop 2013 posts on this blog – I’m posting something new each day, so keep coming back for more chances to win. When will they be announced? When the hop ends (after October 31st). What are they going to be? A surprise! I like surprises, don’t you? ;}

Don’t forget to visit my other two blogs that are participating:
Spreading the Writer’s Word
The Road to Nowhere…

and the Sirens Call Publications blog:
The Sirens Song

plus the blog for the writing group I belong to:
Pen of the Damned

and all the other amazing hoppers on the Coffin Hop list!



Coffin Hop 2012 Goodies!

The goods man, gimme the goods!

Okay guys, I promised a prize per day, plus I’ve got an overall prize… and since I’m on the East Coast of the US, and didn’t get to celebrate Halloween, I’ve got two bonus prizes, one for a Trickster & one for a Treater! Every comment received one entry, and to keep it fair, once your name was selected, all other entries with it were withdrawn. Here goes…

Moondustwriter 
an e-book copy of Childhood Nightmares: Under the Bed
+ a copy of The Sirens Call eZine issue 5

Eric Tolles
an e-book copy of  Twisted Realities: Of Myth and Monstrosity
+ a copy of The Sirens Call eZine issue 4

Alex Chase
an e-book copy of  Now I Lay Me Down to Reap
+ a copy of The Sirens Call eZine issue 3

Joseph A. Pinto 
an e-book copy of Carnage: After the End Volume 1
+ a copy of The Sirens Call eZine issue 2

Matt Williams 
an e-book copy of Carnage: After the End Volume 2
+ a copy of The Sirens Call eZine issue 1

Jason Darrick
an eZine Gift Pack of The Sirens Call issues 1-5

James Garcia
an eZine Gift Pack of The Sirens Call issues 1-5

Heather Powers
an unending subscription to The Sirens Call eZine

The overall goodie box goes to Aniko
Included in the box is a print copy of
Childhood Nightmares: Under the Bed,
Twisted Realities:Of Myth and Monstrosity,
& Now I lay Me Down To Reap,
and two Rubber Duckies!
+ an eZine Gift Pack of The Sirens Call issues 1-5

The Trickster goodie goes to John the Aussie
an eZine Gift Pack of The Sirens Call issues 1-5

And the Treater goodie goes to Kim Koning
an eZine Gift Pack of The Sirens Call issues 1-5

Plus I had one more ‘lil goodie to give away to the first person to point out the not-so-hidden extra in my posts! Only one person noticed (ahem) but failed to comment on it. So the first person to comment on this post – who also commented during the hop on at least one of the other CH posts – with the correct answer (ahem, ahem, ahem – sorry had an Itch in my throat) by Midnight on Saturday, Nov 3rd, will win a secret ninja bonus prize!

BTW – I don’t have an email address for everyone on this list, so if you see this before I hunt you down, please give me a shout at darc.nina@gmail.com – include “I freakin’ won!” in the subject line so I can pick your message out quickly, then jump up and down, wave your arms in the air and shout “ca-caw, ca-caw”… well, you don’t HAVE to do that last part (if you don’t want to), but the subject line heads-up would be appreciated.  ;}

Thanks to everyone who was kind enough to stop by and say hello during the madness! And for all the wonderful talent, and wacky fun you guys put out there for the rest of us to enjoy!

~ Nina D.


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