Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. “The Queen is occupied, General. She…”
“She what, you fools!?” he shouted, “Is she with one of her playthings?”
The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul’s entry into the antechamber. With a great roar, the general swiveled, storming down the corridor, nearly crashing into an elegant, pale noblewoman.
“Raoul, darling… I heard you from the library. Whatever is the matter? Is her Majesty romancing one of her pets again?”
The general bowed. “Milady, I bear dire tidings, but her Majesty…”
“I know, General. You can’t comprehend why she wines and dines her prey instead of simply devouring them. I didn’t either at first; but I’ve come to appreciate that our Queen’s above simple physical subsistence… To her, death is quite romantic.”
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
To her, death is quite romantic–Bob Dylan, ‘Desolation Row’
49 thoughts on “To her, death is quite romantic”
Well you know I absolutely love anything that has to do with vampires! This is a stellar prose piece 😍😍
🧛♂️ ❤️ Sanaa ❤️ 🧛♀️
Vampires have to follow rules… to wine and dine their prey sounds a lot like playing with the food.
😁🙏🏻 Björn 🙏🏻😁
Lives of the Vampires…would make a popular soap opera I bet. (K)
🤭🙏🏻 Kerfe 🙏🏻🤭
💞🙏🏻 Sadje 🙏🏻💞
Now that’s a lady who pleases and savors her kill. So eerie!
😱🙏🏻 Terveen 🙏🏻😱