Anne2Snakie's Erotic Snake Swallowings

Women Swallowed Alive By Snakes

Cold As Ice Beneath Her Fingertips,

candlelight glinting off the heavy metal frame. His face is young, the photograph under glass now ten years old. Pain in her chest; aching, missing him. Her fingers leave wet trails, sliding through tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Forever frozen with his half smile, his hair is too long and his mustache shaggy enough for two men. As if some minor political celebrity, he had signed his photograph for her; ‘Zathras’ in metallic silver ink, his self-aware nickname for the pompous sounding ‘Zoticus Acacian Thrasias’ given him by his parents.

She stands in cold and dark, lit only by the single candle on the table behind her. Her telephone is still on the carpet where she dropped it earlier, hours before. His parents, bearers of the bad news. An automobile accident; blaring horn of a lorry with a blown tyre sliding into the ancient Nubi. Zathras was taken instantly,  a line of rail punching through his chest and spearing his heart- brought down like the warrior he would have been three centuries prior. The Nubian driver lingered in pain, a slow bleed in his abdomen reducing him to childlish tears as his life drained away, trapped in the wreck of his cherished car. The driver of the lorry unhurt as fate so often decrees, yet the most guilty of the three for it was his neglect that brought this about; his tyres uninspected the entire last year.

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A Modern Roman Empire story. Yes, Zathras, I know I have been writing like the Days of Old in my stories of late- but that has been through sheer laziness. I’ve been working on the voice of the stories, trying it on this tale here. This is just the beginning, I’ll try and show y’all when it’s done. The life of a woman is ephemeral but bright, a lifetime of living in two decades or less. A man however, his life stolid and slow, is the bedrock that holds Rome together.

Anne

January 8, 2014 - Posted by | Another Late Post, Doomed Projects, Friday's Post, Low Self Esteem, Modern Roman Empire, Monday's Update, Mourning, Power Of A Plastic Jesus, Story Talk, Wednesday's update, Yo

3 Comments »

  1. This is a sad sounding story.

    Comment by blackrain | January 8, 2014 | Reply

  2. Hmmmm, methinks I see a compliment…….

    Comment by Falsdoon | January 8, 2014 | Reply

  3. That reminds me, Anne, I’ve got a couple little stories for ya, if you want it…

    You want I should post them here, email ’em to you, or wait for one of those once-in-a-blue-moon times you’re on messenger to give one to you?

    Comment by TheCountAlucard666 | January 8, 2014 | Reply


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