Part 4 of 5. I woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling that I wasn’t alone. Before I could get up to check, I felt something biting my leg. Seconds after my muscles started cramping, it felt like I turned to stone while the snake crawled up my leg.
Art by: @borisgroh (artstation.com/borisgroh) So, somehow, I found Boris yesterday. I’m obsessed now. I love his work deeply, especially his enormous skeleton character. It’s so mysterious to me, and so unique. Believe me in this one, check his work out. It’s beautifully creepy.
Beneath the flickering lamp, Anna gathered stained wrappers, remnants of old food, strewn about bottles, and put them inside a trash bag. But she had forgotten to empty the bottles, and so the vestiges of liquid escaped their plastic containers, melded with the chicken bones and the rotten meat, and the new, odorous juice they formed slinked all the way to the bottom of the bag, where it dripped, staining her skirt and flip flops. Still, the cold, slimy drops didn’t faze her, nor did the stench the bag exuded, or the buzzing flies that flew around it, and sat on her skin to suck her blood.
She opened the door to leave her apartment, and beyond, in the deep darkness of the building’s hallway, she found a skeleton with black, greasy bones, long fingers larger than her entire self, and bright lights coming out its eye sockets. The skeleton was hunching to fit inside the hallway, but even then its jagged spine pierced the roof. It didn’t speak. It just looked at her, its expression somewhere between calm, impassive and curious.
“Hello,” Anna said, and a succession of juice drops escaped the bag, falling all over her shins. She didn’t even flinch. “What do you need?”
The skeleton tilted its head. “A lollipop,” it said, its voice gentle, slightly quivery. “Do you have one?”
“No. But we can buy one. Do you have money?”
The skeleton nodded. “Yes, I have seven of those.”
Anna nodded too. “That’s five more moneys than what I can fit in my pocket. Follow me, I will take you to the station. They have lollipops there.”
The skeleton stared at her, but didn’t speak further. It followed her as she moved, the light coming from its eye sockets illumined the way, scaring the shadows away. The skeleton made no sound as it moved. In fact, the only sound that could be heard was the incessant dripping from Anna’s trash bag.
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someone asked me to post my first artwork of 2019. so here she is, succulent and dangerous.
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