Has Body Temperature
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: I come from a land downunder
Posts: 1,105
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Not really into the whole alien thing, but here is my story anyway
I went to bed last night cosy in my Elmo PJ's and a cup of tea. I fell asleep after a wonderful chapter of my latest read. then a few hours into my slumber, I woke up -
I was wet.
I was dirty.
I was cold and it was dark.
There were trees and rushes, the mud covered my ankles and my whimpers of confusion fell upon only the night owls and the swap creatures that glared from black holes with knowing yellow eyes. I start to run, its hard work in this mud. it has a real earthy smell, of mould and of soil, the sloshing noise of my feet sends a shiver through my spine as it suddenly turns to a splash.. a pond.
the water in the pond reflects the moonlight and an image appears.. I must be dreaming.. its a face, its my father! he emerges, my saviour! he stands in the centre of the pond reaching for me.
"Dad!! help me!" I cry. he doesn't seem to hear, he has terror in his eyes, I see a gun, its in my hands. I cant feel anything, I cant control any action - "I HATE YOU" I scream. no daddy, no, I love you, I love you more than anything. "YOU WERE THE WORST FATHER IN THE WORLD!" he looks heart broken - oh dad don't be sad, I love you! I love you! I shoot him, in the forehead, he falls and floats atop the pond like a feather in the wind.
My feet, I can feel them again.
They burn, they sting, like I am standing in acid!
the swamp - it is a carnivore, my toes, they blister and disappear, half of my feet are eaten away by the acidic soil and I write in the pain, the pond it begins to bubble.. the body of my father, it is stirring. he moves, he rises to his feet OH DADDY SAVE ME - IM SORRY!
A blood curdling growl, his face a mass of thick grey hair, his jaws like a dog and his teeth, serrated and long - bloodthirsty.
run!
but my feet are gone?
run!
I turn and stumble, the faster I need to get away the slower it seems I can move, my limbs are all lethargic and I feel like I am strolling - not scampering. I can feel him hot on my heels behind me, I fall down, I get back up. I fall again and he takes a hold of a leg, claws shredding my calf muscles - oh yeah , I can feel it now.
running on stumps, he pounces one last time, I go down to the earth, fall flat on my face. I cant move. I can feel, but I cant move.
still a few hours to go...
he starts on my arms. the crunching is wet and hungry, his tongue so rough it's skinning me alive as he licks my back. my liver, my kidney, he puts his head inside my stomach and eats me from the inside out....
Nothing goes to waste, he drinks my blood and eats even my hair.
Finally, he takes my slowly beating heart in his jaws, looks me straight in the eyes and rips its right out of my body.
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We'll never be as young as we are right now
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