Sunday, June 5, 2011

Story, Continued

I sat there a moment. Mulling what had happened over and over again in my head. Nothing made sense, it was like someone plastered one of those seedy comicbook plots over reality's dull and monochrome frame. Stretching and pulling everything into a distorted mess.

What did make sense, was that something very wrong, very dangerous; to the point of being ridiculous, was happening.

And holy hell did I have to figure out how to get out of it.

Glass cracked. Something skirted across the opening the monster had blasted through the house. Lights flickering, I squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of what had moved. Whatever it was, it shot across the gap again and into the house this time. It stopped in front of me, and placed tiny dark hands on my knee. Giant, emerald eyes peered up into mine. It looked innocent, like a weird, alien puppy or something. Its wide gaze drew me in, peering all about my sitting form, infinitely curious it seemed.

Then it opened its mouth.

Opened its mouth wide. Wider than its tiny physiology seemed to allow.  Its jaw seemed to snap backward, revealing a toothless void, accented only by a limp tongue. Tinged green by whatever life-juice this thing's body pumped through it, if anything. Once its opened jaw had flattened out, it did something horrible.

It screamed.

The sound sheered through the air like... Like... Something really sharp. It was impossible to think at that point. My vision blurred, my head swam, I tried to brace myself on the couch, but it was as though everything were made of jelly. My hand missed the couch and I pitched forward, and fell flat on my face. Fortunately I had lost feeling in my head shortly before. I closed my eyes, didn't help. Even the darkness was vibrating. I vomited so many times I care not to remember, another bastard killed more pizza. Such a waste.

As the screaming stopped, so did the world's incessant jiggling. I wiped my mouth with a charred bit of clothing, and looked around for that little pest. I wanted to strangle the tiny shithead. But as I picked myself up off the floor and sat up, the ringing in my head ceased. I felt only slightly better. My eyes focused and I looked around the broken living room, no sign of the screamer. I cursed it under my breath. Though as soon as I finished my sentence full of obscenities, I noticed something odd once again...

The rumbling had resumed.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Slight Delay

Apologies for not giving my adoring fans another piece of my story. Rest assured, it will be here tomorrow. Had to argue with a loan office today.

Once more, I apologize. Story will be updated tomorrow.