Life is a bit rock-and-roll this week, and so please forgive me if I'm listing Tuesday's story three days late.
The new story is called "The Stain," inspired in equal parts by a vintage doll head with a curious coffee-colored stain and "The Juniper Tree" by the Brothers Grimm
It's my entry to the European Street Team's creative challenge, "Back to Childhood." The challenge is being hosted by FebystanDesigns, and she's got a list of the other great entries over at her blog.
And I have to mention: I think that this is the goriest book I've made so far. Children being eaten, oh my!
by Apol Lejano-Massebieau
They left her to die under the juniper tree—
the child born with a stain on its face.
The townspeople prayed trembling to their twin gods:
“Save us from this terrible prophecy! Take the cursed
being and let us be done with it,” they beseeched.
The child survived longer than anyone thought it
would, its cold, hungry wails forcing the villagers to
sleep with pillows over their ears for a fortnight; until
at last the wild beasts of the grey forest took pity and
ate the little creature out of its misery.
In the morning, when the villagers came to look, all
they found left of the child was a strip of blue shriveled
skin. The mothers and the fathers of the village heaved
a collective sigh of relief.
But: The wild beasts had thoroughly enjoyed the taste
of heretofore unknown child-meat. They had left not
even the bones of the child under the juniper tree, for
those had been soft enough to eat.
In midnight raids they came, the beetleowls, the
bullbears, and the crocodilesnakes, over a fortnight picking
out the villagers’sons and daughters one by one. They left
not little bones nor even square of skin to grieve over.
Thus, the prophecy came to pass.