The Blood River Flesh Hunter
Kuagili knelt to the blood river’s edge, her knees seated in warm black crystalline mud - a breathing plaque, percolating on transparent flesh. Cities of iridescence - muscular neurons firing off sparkled atop the liquid surface as it undulated - a gelatinous billow of shimmering flow.
She was tired of running. Seven long days and nights of endless escapes, but her hunter was still near; she could feel it’s presence. She needed sustenance. Her tired segments in need of precious xeroquam, the sweetened nectar of the quanxro tree - high in bloodfiber and spormadic quamozines. Her rubbery ligaments were stiffened from the endless journey and would become tenderly brittle without plasmodic moisture.
She extended her ridged back blades and tenderly plucked the mud sacs from betwixt her anterior cleft. They had become a source of tortuous pain. She filled her webbed palm with Blood River surface gel and smoothed it across her arid tongue - a succulent plasma indeed. Being in need of nutrients and liquidity, it was worth the risk. The river’s powerful hallucinogenic properties were the reality, but she had to feed.
She was corroded by fear. It devoured her. The very idea of being eaten alive by a flesh hunter chilled her deepest marrow. Her glands alive with secretions, her thorax plumped to full extension - ready to claw meat from the most vicious of beasts.
Beautiful midnight smoke burst across the horizon. Angular geometries sculpted in vivid tentacles of insanity, sliced light rays woven by tangerine moon. “How beautiful” she thought, “No one from my village had ever seen the Blood River mist…and I too thought it was just a story.”
She remained hypnotic as psychoactive substrates infiltrated her cerebral cortex, flooding her soul in electric visions of fluidity. Xenon particle clouds soared through the blackness, illuminating every cell in her body. Her first intoxication - a stratified matrix - seething…expanding…breathing. Warmth flooded her in emotion whilst tears slowly oozed. Humid thickness lubricated her parched lenses. The pleasure was powerful and resonant, releasing her from eternity.
She had never known such sinful ecstasy and continued forward…her tumid mindscape should never end. She writhed in haunting miasma, slithering across the crystalline shore. She was in need and gently slid into the river, floating as mouthwatering meal for her hunter; now - standing atop a quartz cylinder…peering down upon her glistening vesicle.
She gazed into him as he stood violently, a bloodthirsty hell beast wielding claws of surgical precision. Thickly enameled fangs, serrated and fearful, grew in caliber as purplish lips receded. He exploded to the sky; a winding cyclone of hatred. His body expansive…outstretched to astonishing length as he landed - coiled and contracted. Searing red eyes scorched her with hunger…glaring into the heart of terror.
Her heart convulsed as a jackhammer, almost breaking her meaty ribs. Suddenly…pure darkness. She wondered, “Am I dead? Please, God help me!”
A stream of frigid vapor gushed across her face and soft light drizzled through her scaly eye flaps. A familiar voice nestled her ever so gently,”Kuagili…wake up my dear…it’s your father.”
She opened her eyes…relieved from the weight of a thousand suns. Her father picked her up by the dorsal nodule and cradled her softly in his secure grasp, “You were having a nightmare my sweet Kuagili Wuahili…poor thing. Did you dream of the Blood River Flesh Hunter?”
Though trembling in fear, she began to settle in daddy’s arms. “Yes father…I did. The tangerine moon…and Blood River mist was even more spectacular than I could have possibly imagined.”
He smiled, holding her tightly, “My little girl is growing up! Soon we can go there together. We shall drink xeroquam from mother’s chalice. She would be so proud of you my love.”
Kuagili fell into deep slumber, with a wondrous smile on her lips…safe at last.
The wicked beast picture is from The Haunted Mansion.
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Bobby,
When would your book be published?

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Hi Karen! It will be after I finish…haha! It takes a long time and then I need to have it professionally edited. There will be two books - I hope both will be done this year
I feel a Video Game + a Movie coming on too!! Vivid Imagery*
Peace*
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+ AmberLynn!!
I hope you will let us know when these things happen, Bobby. Can you tell us anything about these two books? No matter what they are about, I’m sure I’ll enjoy reading them if your blog is any indication.
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Thanks Billy! I see this story much like a painting. There’s no real character development, and it would be a very strange short film
Thanks Teeni! I will announce it when I’m ready! The horror in my book is far more gruesome and disturbing than anything I’ve ever read in my entire life. You might not like it…hahaha
Holey-Moley!
This story should come with a warning:
Do not read while listening to Cubis Gold 2’s haunting background music through headphones.
The combination of visual cortex stimulation and aural amplification heightened this story to hallucinogenic proportions.
Um, this is my way of saying, “Great story, Bobby!”
“Imagery” will probably have your picture beside its definition in the next edition of Merriam-Webster’s little tome.
Cheers,
Mitch
p.s. Readers, you gotta try this: ignore my warning, fire up Cubis Gold 2, switch on the music and reread this!!!
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Thanks Mitchell! This piece is definitely adjective laden and that’s why it’s so short. I’m glad you enjoyed the imagery and mind trip. I haven’t heard that particular sound track but I happen to be a fan of horror movie music!
Lolz…Billy is right, this would make a good video game! Have a great weekend Bobby!
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Really? I don’t play video games very often. I guess it is a weird story and the imagery might be cool in such a format! Thanks Marzie
Bobby!! I’m ecstatic to know that I’m you number 1 all-time commenter so I’m leaving another one here to secure my spot he he he!!!

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I need to read your BOOK…
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mate, you scare the hell outta me!
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I think you’ve already secured your spot silly Marzie
Thanks Nimrodjo! It’s from done but I have been furiously working on it
That’s good…you will no longer have any hell inside you! Thanks Andy
This post was just thrilling! Reading it was like being on one of those seemingly 90 degree water-slides that tower over a tiny glittering pool. You stand on the edge, one step away from the crazy ride, but also just a step away from the tiresome safety of the stairs that lead you back to the ground. And boy, am I glad that I chose the slide! It felt like I was sliding down a vertical rainbow- at any moment, I could just topple over the side and plunge down to my death, but I slid all the way down and came to my feet covered in glistening rainbow-dust
I love how you blended science fiction with magical realism so beautifully. I could practically
taste the Blood River and feel the skin-ripping, gigantic bubble of fear grow inside me when you described the Flesh Hunter.
You gave it a pleasant, tranquil ending, which although it counter-balances the vivid action and imagery of the rest of the story, disappointed me mildly. I mean… she woke up. And I can’t read more of the story
OK, I know this is really selfish of me, but write more of the story SOON!
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Awww…thank you Moyrn!
Writing short stories on blogs requires them to be really short. I think most people will not spend the time to read something several pages long (some people will). When writing it, I didn’t plan anything and just let the ending happen. I could have ended it totally differently, but because of the fiction horror novel I’m writing, I had to end on a happy note. My novel is brutal, vicious and extremely horrific…with no happiness at all. I really fear the backlash I know I will get. I may just write more and turn it into a series 
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