Monday, September 6, 2010

Fragment No. 10

He had a face well-suited for scowling, low-browed and heavy-lidded and square-jawed, a face perpetually dark and flushed like an old slice of roast beef.

8 comments:

Scattercat said...

She had a face that was all points and angles, a predatory beak of a nose and keen eyes that missed nothing, especially not prey.

Ben-M said...

It had a face well suited for dark hyperbole, brows low and brooding, lips pulled back to the perpetual snarl of something that preyed on old slices of roast beef.

Loren Eaton said...

He had a face puckered like a damp bun, wrinkled with confusion as he stared at the comments on his blog, uncertain how to reply.

B. Nagel said...

The front of his head suggested a face, yet there was none under his hat, only a slick of shadow tinged with menace. A drop of sweat down your spine. A prickling in your joints.

Loren Eaton said...

The squamous terror from beyond the stars had a face of such horrifying, eldritch geometry that merely gripping my pen in an attempt to scribe a description on paper drove me to the brink of madness. Those nostrils. The window, the window!

B. Nagel said...

Yea verily, verily. Everybody loves a Dagon allusion.

Scattercat said...

He had a face. The past tense was appropriate.

Loren Eaton said...

He had a face, I'm sure of it. But as to its appearance, whether it was hatchet-thin or round as a balloon, a generous mouth or one looking as though it'd been cut by a knife -- well, that's why I'm here. With you. I know you've seen him. And I know you've seen this here hammer. So why don't we spare ourselves the unpleasantries and start talking? I've got all night, after all.