This was my very first flash fiction story. Eye finally found a home for it in the JEA antho, Doorway To Death. A chilling ‘through the eyes of the killer’ look at the games demons play with the unwary. A carelessly misworded covenant made with a demon has left this man with the short end of the stick in this unholy pact. Forced to do battle with the demons of his dreams, one is able to take his place in the body and through powerful sorcery, the happenings of the dream world become apparent and manifest in the world of form, with very final results. Eye hope you enjoy it.
THE EMPTY PLAYGROUND OF FRIGHT
By Toneye Eyenot
Every night is the same. I wish it weren’t so but what can I do to stop it. The waking world dissolves and falls away into the abyssal realms of sleep, placing me in an emptiness fraught with the dangers of my own mind. I try with all the intent I can muster, to think of naught. This, to no avail. Little by little, those malicious devils poke their beady, hungry eyes out of the darkest nooks of my empty playground of fright. Once again, like a deliriously starving trout, I take the bait. A flood of defensive thoughts erupts from below what lies above and I move with the certainty that I must kill without mercy or hesitation, if I am to survive this ripple in the fabric of reality.
My inert shell in the world of form is compelled to rise from my bed chamber, as these foul purveyors of ill will begin to weave the world of form into the realm of ultimate possibilities.
You must understand. This is reality. My reality. Perhaps, it may even become your reality. Oh, those seekers of Power. Their words, carried into the eternal now to be made manifest in the world of form. An utterance in err on behalf of the mage would surely strike him with a lingering and woeful burden. A burden, which in my case and to my own unfocused err, is one of nightly maniacal slayings in a most brutal and bloodthirsty fashion. My whole attention is bound to the playground of fright, though my empty body filled with the impetus of pure hatred and disgust, follows my every gesture in the world of form as it is in the realm of ultimate possibilities.
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