This is the intro to a horror series I am starting. Sorry it is a bit short, but it is only the intro anyway. Tell me what you think.
A Poetic Nightmare: Intro
The mouth was drawn with crayon.
“Be quiet puppet, you’ll love me soon enough,” the mouth said.
The eyes were beads. They watched me. They hated me.
A scream echoed across the stage. It was my scream.
The strings burned, like thin strands of fire glued to my skin. Why couldn’t I seem to move? My master moved towards me with palpable grace, his bare feet barely touching the ground. I didn’t want to kiss him. I didn’t love him. But I could never stop him.
His cold lips pressed against mine and then he withdrew with a laugh. I don’t know why he kissed me. He hates me.
“Your play, my puppet, is a tragedy. I admit it was poorly scripted and somethings things just don’t add up, but all in all, hearts will be broken and blood will be spilt. “
My eyes were bulging, but my scream was silent this time.
“But you're the star.” He paused briefly to collect his thoughts. “You have always been the star. But in this particular play,” he began again faster, “the hero is just the less sadistic villain. And you, my puppet, can chose how it all ends!”
I stared blankly. The beads met my gaze and softened.
“Oh, don’t worry, you find out how it all works soon enough. I just wanted to warn you. Don’t want you going crazy on me, now do I?”
His laugh was the last thing I heard.
Rebel
