A Taste of Love in Hearts and Minds
A dark and creepy reprint!
Hi everyone,
After that… fairly emotional and intense article from last week (one of my best Falcon Talks so far - please give it a read if you haven’t yet!), I figured that we all needed a break while I’m still working on the next Red Riding Hood Saga story.
And since it’s October, the month of Halloween 🎃👻, and we’ve gained a few new subscribers and followers over these past few months, I figured that some of you might want to read (or re-read 😉) a past horror story of mine.
So, Happy October, and I hope you enjoy…
(You can listen to a narration of the story here, the full text is below.)
Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, corpses, and organs. Furthermore, this story is completely fictional, please do not attempt to replicate it in any way. This story is intended for a mature audience only.
They say that love comes from the heart, and not the mind.
Having had a taste of both many times, I would have argued that love didn't come from either of those things.
Until, that was, I fell in love.
Let me start by clarifying – for what I am speaking of, it must be a mutual love. The heart and mind must come from someone whom you love with all your heart, and that same someone must love you with all their heart.
For you see, I have already tasted from those who have loved me with all their hearts, whilst I did not return their love – and I can assure you, it is not the same.
Indeed, I would assume that most of us have already done this – since that is the easiest way to deliver the ingredients to our kitchens, so to say.
No, my fellow connoisseurs, no other feelings will do. Not one-sided love, not hatred, not lust, not jealousy – no, nothing else will elicit the ecstasy that I have tasted other than mutually true love.
So, my dear readers, let me tell you about how I discovered this.
And do forgive me for being vague on the details. Though I'm sure that you can understand why privacy would be important to those like us with our refined palates.
However, I simply could not deny my fellow connoisseurs knowledge of this ecstasy that I have experienced – which is why I have written this.
One night, a few years ago, I met the most beautiful creature.
Their beauty was not just in their appearance – but also in their strength, their character, and their kindness.
Needless to say, I fell in love with them.
And, by some miracle, they gave me a chance, and eventually fell in love with me as well.
Our love for each other grew over the years, and our relationship became quite serious.
I was even contemplating either changing my diet, or telling them about my secret – or even both!
Had our relationship continued, I have no doubt that we would have married quite soon.
But, I digress.
As I had mentioned, our relationship continued for years, evolving into mutually true love.
One night, after we had passionately made love to each other, we laid in bed – basking in each other's love, and resting our tired bodies.
Suddenly, my partner said to me, "You're not quite human, are you?"
After a moment of silence, they laughed it off as a joke, thinking that it was silly of them.
“I would still love you,” they had said to me, with a kiss, “no matter what you are.”
But I knew – I knew right then and there that they had pierced right through all the veils and walls that I had put up, and had begun to understand me on a profoundly deep level.
With that thought in my mind, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up with that thought still in my mind.
We sat down to eat breakfast together, as usual, while still basking in the bliss of our wonderful night together.
As I smiled and stared lovingly at my partner, I wondered – I wondered if this would be the height of our love? The peak where I loved them the most, and the peak where they loved me the most – both plateauing at the exact same moment.
And then, although I had never intended it, I realized that this was the right moment. Any longer, and the whole thing would be ruined.
After all, you can marinate something for too long.
I walked over and picked up the frying pan.
Then, as my partner continued eating their breakfast, I swiftly struck the back of their head with the frying pan that we had just cooked ham and eggs with.
I picked up my partner, who was now dazed and unable to resist, and I carried them down to the basement kitchen. I stripped them of their clothing, and then I strapped them to the table.
Then, with one great swing of my cleaver, I severed the head from the body.
At this point, I should note that drugs should not be used on the ingredients, and definitely no stabbing through the heart or the head. Though I suspect that the more experienced amongst my dear readers would already know this.
Now that the ingredients were in my kitchen, I got to work and prepped the body for preservation – taking extra care with the heart and the brain.
I'm sure that I don't need to tell my readers how to prepare their ingredients for preservation, so I'll move on to the most important part – the heart and the mind.
To start with, let's talk about the mind – which is, of course, located in the brain.
Now, I know that lots of you like to cook the brain – but, for something as special as true love, I decided that fresh and raw was the way to go.
Long time readers should already know the best methods for extracting the brain and keeping it fresh. For readers that lack knowledge in this area, I highly recommend that you learn this beforehand. It is also recommended that the brain be consumed as soon as possible, lest the mind loses its emotional flavouring.
And so, after extracting the brain of my recently deceased partner, I kept it nice and fresh as I finished prepping the rest of the body for storage.
Then, to reward myself after a morning of hard work, I prepared the brain for my lunch.
Carefully, I diced the brain into bite-sized pieces, and lightly seasoned them with some kosher salt and some freshly ground black pepper, finishing off the dish with some lemon juice to add some zest.
As I sat down in front of my meal, I did not know what to expect.
Excited, I picked up a piece of my partner's brain with a fork, and I put my lover's mind into my mouth.
And that was when I had finally tasted true love.
As we all know, the mind is where some of the tastiest emotions lie. And while I have had minds from those who were in love with me before, their emotions had never tasted like love. There was joy, there was lust, and there was even obsession – but never love.
But, as I ate my lover's mind, I could taste the love that was there. And tasting true love, true love that I had returned with all my heart – well, I had never had such intoxicating flavours before!
The flavours danced around my mouth and on my tongue – I had finally tasted love, and it was delicious!
Hungrily, I devoured the rest of my lover's mind.
It was one of the most satisfying meals that I have ever had.
Similarly, as my readers may have already guessed, that was also the case with my partner's heart.
For the heart, you can cook it in whatever way you like – provided that it is seasoned lightly, as you do not want to overwhelm the natural taste of the love that it has been marinating in.
As for me, I sliced my lover's heart into pieces that were a bit on the thicker side. Then, I pan-fried them with some garlic, alongside some chopped celery and carrots.
As I sat down in front of my meal, I could already smell that something was different about this heart.
Excitedly, I sliced off a bite-sized piece of my lover's heart with my fork and knife, and I put it into my mouth.
And there it was, marinated to perfection – true love.
With every slice that I ate, true love oozed out of my lover's heart, gushing into my mouth.
It was one of the most delicious meals that I have ever had in my life.
And that, my dear readers, is the story of how I had finally tasted love in the heart and the mind of my lover – and had two of the most satisfying meals in my life.
Some say that true love only comes once in a lifetime.
That may very well be true.
They also say that we should try to hold on to that true love for as long as possible.
That, I will debate – after all, just as how marinating meat for too long will ruin the meat, too much love will overwhelm the taste of the heart and the mind. Especially when the quality of that love starts to decline.
As for giving up what could have possibly been the only true love in my entire life, for two of the most delicious and satiating meals that I've ever had?
Well, my dear readers, I am delighted to report that it was well worth it!
After all, as they say, love makes everything better.
Bon appétit!
I… I remember getting creeped out by my own story as I was writing it… 😱😅
A-Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!
Let me know what you thought about the story in the comments below, and please leave a Like if you liked it!
Happy Halloween! 😄🎃
