Prologue to: FOOD FOR MY WONTING PALATE (AN EXCERPT)
Another day,
Another entry in a Horrorwalker diary!
This entry is about...
Food For My Wonting Palate!
RLJ
FOOD FOR MY WONTING PALATE (AN EXCERPT)
((The Bronx, New York City)
Dear Diary...
Blood tastes so good when it is fresh right out of the vein.
Warm fresh blood is the elixir of my dreams.
I love the hunt and the kill that gains me... fresh blood!
Instead of using my teeth all of the time,
Sometimes I like to stab them in their neck and enjoy the blood spray.
Sweet salty plasma and awesome iron tangy blood cells is ambrosia on my face!
And oh, the eye rolling in the back of he head goodness in licking the knife!
It is so crazy, dear diary, how human males buzz to me like I am a bright flower?
I know they all want to fuck me, but they are only tasty food to my wonting palate!
The last time I was sexually attracted to my food was... oh yes, Armond, in 1922!
I loved him so, at the time, but I had to eat him before he became to old and less tastefull!
So, dear diary, I will again wash the blood from the dishes and the knife and the walls!
I will then dispose of the body... he was a big one full of blood and the will to live!
It is such a rush when they fight back... but, regardless of how big they are, I'm stronger!
Soon, dear diary, I will sleep away another day... and later stalk the night to catch my next mean and tell you another story!
SWM
