The Wendigo
This is my official entry for Matt Dinniman's 1st Annual Flash Fiction Contest. Enjoy...
Edgar sat under the incandescent glare, finalizing a draft of what would become his next best selling horror story, and winner of the year's Pulitzer.
With an expression of sick pleasure and fanaticism, the Wendigo extended an emaciated arm through his veil snaking it around the petrified victim. He deftly drew her hand across her side, which decayed instantly. She screamed as the Wendigo began to feast on her shriveled flesh...
Edgar blinked. A whimpering below him caught his attention. He looked down. "Good night, my dear," he hissed. "Thanks for your assistance," and then he was upon her.
6 comments:
very creepy! I am glad I got to read it.
That's why I don't eat human flesh.
Now that's just creepy! Very nice!
That was so good! Keep writing you are quite talented.
Creepy story! Way to go!
Strange. I don't like it. :(
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