This was originally posted on blackanddarknight.wordpress.com on September 9, 2011. This was written for one of the rounds of (sadly now defunct) Writer’s Platform Building Campaign. There were challenges issued throughout the campaign, and the prompts for this particular one were to begin the story with “The door swung open” and to end with “The…
Author Note: It is Easter. This is a religious post. It is a story, as well, hence the ‘fiction devotional’ which is a bit of an experiment on my part. So if you choose to read, I hope you enjoy!
A Potion to Sleep That I might drink and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim… ~Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
The host smiled at me from across the set. “Are you excited, Alison?”
“Very excited!” I smiled back, but not too widely. It wouldn’t do for them to see the missing teeth.
“What kind of man are you hoping to meet through this experience?”
What did any zom- er, girl, come on this show for? I knew exactly why I was here, and it had my mouth watering… but I probably shouldn’t tell him that.
