The needle pierced my skin; the scarlet liquid stains the surface. My final visit to the tattoo artist, the obsessional finale! The exquisite pain of the injections surrendered my thoughts of the beast, its scaly-pronged tail around my neck. The mirror's reflection revealed its malevolence, its hypnotic beckoning. I could feel the hot, putrid breath of death. The image shuddered, its tail began flicking, its barb pointed outwards, alive and menacing. Its scales snaked around my throat, crushing my windpipe and bones and tissue cracked and popped. That was until the final buzz of the needle stopped. Dead!
by Isla Ludgate (0)
The Whitby High School, Ellesmere Port
Competition - Grim Tales
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