We terminated the specimen to prevent its use against us, but my body seized as I heard in my mind 'nor can there ever be less than one."
As I open suitcase after suitcase in the storage unit to find each stuffed with bones and hair, I must say I think he was right.
Deep into the woods behind my childhood home I flipped wooden board to find a narrow pit and a set of heavily rusted chains.
It turns out this can happen partway as I am now one with my office chair, and more than pain it feels wrong.
Well I've been stuck in the bathroom all right...with dozens of terrible many-legged things crawling out me from just about every opening I have and a few bursting out of my skin.
They're extra loud today, but I'm...just....to........tired.
Now slowly before my horrified eyes, they each bloom like flowers with fleshy skin strip petals and bone shard fliments.
My hands deflect off the now impenetrable surface of the water as my final thought echos in my mind, "so many people are going to think I'm an idiot who can't swim."
I woke up very quickly when a warm gust of summer air hit me as someone opened my window and began to climb in.
I have very mixed feelings as the police tell me about the massive explosion a few hours later.
They all saw her burning the screaming infants, and now they would burn her.
I marveled at the beautiful surroundings until with a click and a BANG a long forgotten shell exploded beneath my feet.
It turns out my dad is such biologically, however according to the DNA test my mother was a woman who went missing two states away a year before my birth.
I did scream when I felt the object stop it's journey and begin to drag itself back in with thorny tendrils.
Sitring and staring at my ashen face in the mirror I notice several small ants shuttle out of my ear.
I almost felt guilty when I saw how happy the six year old was as it landed in their palm, but at least I'm not the subject of the rotting curse anymore.
Everyday I have tried for nine years and well...you're reading this post aren't you?
I never saw the tigers creeping through the brush, and they knew the second my back was turned.
Staring at the tools from my truck laying in the pooling blood and stabbed into their bodies only one thought echoed in my mind, 'there's no way the police or jury will believe it wasn't me."