I woke up. The moonlight is hitting my window because my curtains are sufficiently open to illuminate my face. I had a nightmare.
The kind of nightmare you don't want to tell anybody but, you know, I'll do it anyway. I saw the devil. The sorta devil nobody ever met.
My heart was beating with hurry. I saw him, he looked straight to my eyes and I wasn't frightened.
He started to dance calmly in such a way bewitching. The devil told me something which I'll never forget.
Wanna know? He cursed me and I've been caught in his spell. I was being possessed by evil. My heart stopped I couldn't feel my blood fluid through my veins.
Suddenly, devil's appearance turned into a gorgeous woman but she wasn't real. She walked to me slowly and her silhouette and I danced all night long till darkness consumed us.
And here I am observing through this window, the devil dancing on the moon.
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The Dancing Devil
Short StoryThe following attempt of writing is inspired in some of my favourite English words. Note: English is not my mother tongue. I hope you all enjoy. Any mistakes let me know.
