Template:Contestwinner/March 2018

I felt the presence of the woman in white before I heard her call, my body suddenly plagued by shudders and a sense of dark foreboding. The fear, the lament and the pain ached through my ragged body, telling me she will be with us soon, to sing to us, the song of the damned.

Short, shallow breaths escaped my broken lungs as I felt her move closer to the ramshackle hut I call home. Suddenly, she let loose her screeching wail, sending me to the floor in a heap, sobbing and soaked in my own fear induced urine. I now knew what my role was, my fate was sealed by the Call of the Banshee, the cry of the woman in white. I shakily brought myself to my feat, and slowly made my way to the door. My hand reached out and grasped the rusted metal handle. The door swung open, rusted hinges creaking, and for the first time in my bleak life, I saw the Banshee, the summoner of my kind to their demise or fortune. The woman’s dress was so white, so pristine it illuminated the perpetual night of the Black King’s land. As my decrepit eyes ran over her, I was taken aback by her unyielding beauty. The white dress hung loose and translucent, showing her womanly curves and taught breasts. If my body wasn’t so corrupted and diseased I would feel a masculine hunger, but all that ran through me was a sense of longing for a touch of humanity again. (Read more...)