Your Gothic Nightmare

The Ghost of a Flea
scenario by Giles Smith, age 18

His whole world a microcosmic stage, he dances for no one but himself. His elegant choreography leads him from victim to victim, as he drains each one to sate his sanguineous lust. The flea is masked from view by his size and his propensity for keeping to the shadows, his scaly visage unable to cause the distress, that seeing it now, here, it does me. Truly such a face would cause fear amongst devils; his skin of gold and green corrupts the name of such saintly colours, his tongue whisks out of his mouth to catch all that is sickly from the air for his consumption. This flea is an object so contemptible it is frightening.

His name is Frank.

He is sad because he has no friends.

Once, he found a worm to be friends with, but the worm found his thirst for blood vulgar and ill-mannered. The worm left.

There was also a man, a man who could see things, with wild hair and a fondness for being naked. He took a short-lived interest in Frank, used him for his ill-gotten gains, Frank became the subject of a painting. After receiving a distinct lack of media interest Blake threw Frank aside, finished.

So now to the recesses of his mind Frank retreats: amongst the sin and pain he sits, mutilating his ego, attempting to collapse himself from the inside. Anguish torments him as, every night, comme Nosferatu; he stalks the corridors of his mind for victims, to prevent him turning from himself onto others.

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