Readers on Deadline (ROD) is a monthly Deadline Dame feature where we post an intriguing image and invite readers to be inspired and share the results in up to 250 words right here in the comments.
There’s a two week deadline, so entries will have to be in by midnight when I post my next regular Deadline Dames post, which is midnight October 6th. The Dames will pick the entry that most intrigues us, post that entry in the next month’s ROD along with a link to that writer/reader’s site-if there is one. And you get a prize!
( We’d like to add a request for our readers not to re-post pictures. Some are stock photos and those are fine, but quite a few of them are used with written permission from the artist. Thanks! )
The winner of ROD #19 is Schoen. Congratulations! Send your mailing address to us (email address to the right)and we’ll get your copy of Dame Keri’s Destiny Kills.
I was naked. I hate that. There’s something so vulnerable about standing in your skivvies, even when there’s no one around to see you. Of course, I had bigger problems. Like the raging eye infection eating away at my night vision. I only had the one eye left, so this was a more serious problem than one might initially believe. I’d drawn a black circle around it with my eyeliner in a vain attempt to make me look scarier, not weaker. Perception is important when dealing with bigger problem number two – demonic fireflies.
Sound sort of cute, right? I’d thought so too until they’d burned away my clothes in two seconds flat. They were mocking me. I just knew it. Dirty-minded demon bugs. They tittered their amusement as they formed a fiery halo about my head, apparently not thwarted by my disgusting eye and pencil sketch. They wanted to do this the hard way. Fine by me.
Well, not really fine. The hard way was pretty gross.
You see, I suck. No, really. Sucking is my superpower. I bet the universe considers itself pretty amusing.
I gave one final head shake, but it didn’t dislodge the stupid insects. Then I sighed. When I breathed in, I didn’t stop. I turned my face upwards, towards the frantic bugs that now burned my face, my tongue, my throat, and finally my stomach.
Tasted sort of like, well, hot crunchy demon bugs.
And now for something completely different. Image is by Ophelia Cherry.
The winner will receive a copy of Kelley Armstrong’s HAUNTED!