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Bob Tadlock

Short Stories
- Cellar Dweller's (Part 2)
- Cellar Dweller's (Part 1)

Poems
- Demon Heart
- From A Son To His Father
- Mother Dear Mother

Demon Heart
         by Bob Tadlock

The demon heart is real. It's existence travels through bones and flesh searching for weak souls. It's rage is fueled by it's desire for death.
It's coming.
You can curl in a ball and cowar in your own self pity but,
it will find you.
Your will belongs to the God of hate, destined to live by his side in a world of damnation.
He's getting closer.
He can smell your fear.
As you travel from room to room to hide from the son of Satin, he feeds.
Your sinful thoughts are welcomed into the belly of the beast.
There is no where to run now.
He studies your mind, as he scans your most intimate thoughts. Soon, he is looking in your eyes.
His own eyes glow red, while his breath wreaks of terror. You can feel him filling your mind with images of blood and lust.
Then it begins.
Deep inside, your own desire for evil is born.
Soon, your mouth is dry from the unquenchable thirst of your own rage. Your heart turns black and quickly paces for the hunt. Just when you think your heart will jump out of your chest...
you pass out.
You awaken in a river of sweat, and the demons are gone.

OR ARE THEY?







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