Day 281 – All In All – Short Story

It was dark and dreary, when he set out on his quest, to rid the demon, at her request.

He’d bathed in blood, he killed them all, and deep within, he knew he was under her thrall.

His sword it glimmered with his true light, even in the darkest of the night.

His pure soul, it screamed out inside, while he killed, pillaged, and raped for her on the outside.

Then the time had come, when he faced the beast, it saw his form, but also, what was underneath.

So it made its play, towards the heros true self, with a promise to keep, to restore his health.

But the hero charged, his lust too hard to resist, for he wanted more, but the beast did persist.

It promised freedom, it promised gold, but most of all, it promised to release her hold.

Its blood burned deep, as he sliced the beast, the hero, his soul, he cared not the least.

He wanted her, upon his shaft, and for that the happen, he needed to be standing last.

The beast fell dead, at his feet, the beast, the tormentor, faced defeat.

The hero rode, back to her side, and she gave him his reward, and then, he died.

So remember this, when you make a deal, for lust is not, really, real.

Published by

Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

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