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Evil in the Flesh
Fiction by April Lund
His eyes sting, as he looks at you. You can see the fury burning in
his
eyes. His enormous, black, bushy eyebrows cast a dark shadow over
them. As
he breathes you can smell the heat from the fire inside. The alcohol
fumes
that escape from behind his snarling lips and nicotine stained teeth
burn
your nostrils. Your heart begins to pound harder when you look at him.
With
black, greasy hair covering his devil-shaped head, and his unshaven
face
that resembles something burnt, he reminds you of the devil himself.
His heart is a black hole. He wears dirty, stained clothes that
cling,
like the lives his takes, to his over-stuffed body. When he speaks,
the
earth rumbles in fear. His arms carry large, swollen hands, strong
enough to
crush someone's bones. He makes fists with these hands. Then, he'll
beat his
wife and stepchildren. As a punishment, he uses a black, leather,
braided
belt. He enjoys hearing the screaming sound of pain.
There's a smell he has that brings agony. He reeks of stale beer and
oil.
Like the dirt that hides under his fingernails, he hides behind a
pretty
smile. His goal in life is to devour women's hearts with his violent
teeth.
He lures them into his dark, empty, evil life by telling them sick
lies.
Then, he steals their life.
At night, there's a different type of fear. The house where he sleeps
becomes like a prison. When he sleeps, growling and howling sounds
creep in
between the cracks of every doorway. You can cover your head, but
still you
can hear the sounds. Sometimes, you wake to the screaming of your
mother as
he hits her. You can hear the hit. Then, you have to call the police.
As the
police escort him out, his horrid smell lingers throughout.
This is the stepfather I once had.
April Lund, age 17, contact: loversl@hotmail.com
Copyright 2001 April Lund
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 04/12/2001
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