thriller

REVENGE…

Today she had a date, but that part of her mind that she had stuffed away for all those years, the dangerous part, had resurfaced against her wishes. All the pain and betrayal had made that part really angry, enraged. It lived in the past. Before her date had arrived, it had made her gather instruments and hide them behind the love seat that they now sat on. She was afraid. He was different from her first love. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was a nice guy. He had brought red wine and roses. He was sweet, but he smelled like “him,” which made that dark part of her mind light up with fury. It made her reach behind the couch and grab a hammer. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t stop herself…

© kym darkly

BLACK MARKET…

Coming to: chained to a radiator, a severe headache and incrusted blood that had sealed an eye. His free hand snaked down over his aching stomach. Stitches! His heart pounded. His mind leaped to the horrors of human trafficking and the illegal organ trade. What the Hell had happened? But when he felt an eel-like entity move beneath his skin, he didn’t wonder, what had they taken out? What he really wanted to know was what his kidnappers had put in…

© kym darkly

Clairvoyance…

This crystal ball was different. It didn’t just glow; it tugged at her mind until it was pulled inside. Her slim fingers glossed slowly over it, caressing, feeling for futures, but today the Shew Stone didn’t want to entertain Tressa’s client. Today it had its own mission: to show her the imminent danger in her own life.

Tressa’s stomach knitted together with tight, steel fibres of fear. She could feel the answer coming to a question she had never asked. Black bubbles that she’d never seen before floated listless like a lava lamp beneath all ten digits that clasped the ball hard, as if to stop it. She shuddered. The ball she knew so well was warning her that something was coming to a slow, dark end.

Tressa angrily drew her hands form the crystal, but it exploded in response, throwing out black wax that consumed every inch of her. Falling to the floor, she fought the thick liquid like a fly trapped in a spider web – fought until it had worn her down, torn her apart, muffled her screams, and suffocated her. When the black sucked back into itself and dissolved, there was no more Tressa. No more future. Her time had come.

Remembering nothing, The client got up and left…

© kym darkly

Burlesque

©Tanya Grout

The rich ruby of her lips, the severe pinch of her waist, the stocking that shot a thick onyx thread up the back of her sweet leg, a leg that swung provocative over a chair, her fine stiletto piercing the air: all had their place in his mind. He would hide in the wings for her, sweating into his clerical collar. God had left him now – a peep in the shadows: dreaming, regretting, praying, planning…

 

© kym darkly

Haunted…

Time Lapse Photography By Chris Barnes https://twitter.com/oddharmonix

Even the clouds were running, sleek across the dying sky. What was coming so fast and dark that made birds slip into silence and trees shake madly, as if to relieve them from their roots? What was this fear that clawed through his body paralyzing and freezing him to the spot? He’d been here before – terrified. A haunted mind can’t run. it has nowhere to go…

© kym darkly

Demons…

“… Weren’t nothin’ they could do for the demons tho’. Ain’t no operation for the mind. Them predator’s the nastiest of all. The teeth’s chasin’ the tail. Tail lashed up ‘gainst the teeth. The teeth an’ the tail hatin’ each other like they don’t belong to the same body. And all them other thoughts in her mind git cramped up ‘gainst the sides, ‘cos them demons just get too big. Fear’s the biggest feed of all. Them demons grow an’ grow in to one thought ‘till they possess her mind right up, ‘till they ain’t NO mind left t’ speak of…”

 

From a monologue by Laura in my short film script: A Perfect Day

© kym darkly