Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.

[bleodswean]

Collaborative storytelling format in comments!

An exquisite corpse refers here to a collaborative storytelling format where multiple authors will write a small story in rounds. Each participant contributes a section as a comment, and the narrative progresses through each author's contributions until the story is completed. This method allows for diverse perspectives and creativity!

Anything and everything goes in the Dracula 'Verse! Add a sentence or paragraph! It begins with one comment and threads down from that comment. You are welcome to contribute as many times as you like between contributions of others!

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[bleodswean]

Uneasy and perilous in the place between sleep and dreams and wakefulness. He struggled to anesthetize himself, put his mind to rest, follow the beckoning black down down down into sleep. Do the wicked sleep he wondered. Does the widow in the high corner of the room, half hidden in the crack of broken mortar, sleep? Or is she in a state that no human creature could ever know? Was he human? He knew he was not. Not any longer. He'd traded that experience for this, unbeknownst what it would entail when the dark offer was made. He grimaced, the rictus of the mummified. Yet, that was not his lot either. He wasn't dead, not really.

Somewhere in some far-flung place, she lived. He didn't know how he knew this, how he could be sure. But like the spider that spins its web and waits, he knew a trap had been laid and soon she would become ensnared. She might not recognize him in this guise, but that could be overcome.