My Creative Writing Journal

Wacky Wordy (A Person After My Own Heart)

(I don't remember why I had to title this Wacky Wordy... oh well)

There I saw him. He's the one, the one after my own heart. He glanced over at me, a sparkle in his eyes. I was captivated. It's said that the spark is always felt at the first glance, and I certainly felt something. My stomach began to flutter. Who is this strange man? How is he making me feel this way? I continued to stare and he gave me a soft chuckle and turned to his friends. Looking now at his back, I felt myself empty of the strange feeling. Confused, I turned back to my own friends. They had noticed the moment and began chittering excitedly. Fluttering up and down like little birds, asking me what that was all about. I flushed in embarrassment and said that it was nothing. Soon enough, my lack of answers got them bored and they moved on to a different gossip. Sitting back and smiling at their endless talk, I felt a strange pang on the back of my neck. A familiar sort of strange. I turned around and saw he was looking over again, this time without his friends. The air around him seemed almost sad being so empty, so I excused my group and walked over to him. He seemed to show no surprise in my approach, only his eyes lit up more. I suddenly found the weird feeling back in my stomach, the fluttering butterflies, the rush of blood. Why was I feeling this? He led me outside for a cooler air, and the rush quickened. He looked at me, and I found myself paralyzed by his gaze. He seemed so sweet, so perfect. I was willing to follow him anywhere. Then, I realized what the strange butterfly feeling was. Fear. Terrible, feral fear. He noticed and suddenly the light in his eyes turned to hunger and I watched claw and fang protrude where there was formerly none. I screamed and ran, but new wings caught me not very far. He whispered, "Hello, sweetheart," with a forked tongue slurring his words as a large claw struck my chest. My scream was caught in my throat as the world faded to black, with only a trace of demonic laughter left behind. It was a monster after my own heart.