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I've got a few seconds so I figured Id write a passage. from my upcoming Debut Short Story, The Stranger .
Blackness wrapped aorund the thing before him like a coat of brand new, from the bottle, motor oil. The faint light in the basement permitted Shane to view rugged tentacles, sprouting from the creatures torso...not from the sides but from the front. Like they shot from her stomach in a fury of blood and mess. Shane could only tell the horror that stood afront him was a woman, only by the dress that was barely visible. through all the leftovers of the body it had just ravaged with weapons held in hand...er tentacle. was white garnish, attached to the dress at the neck, legs, and arms, leading the observer if he didn't have the instinct to run or puke...that it was perhaps an older person. Shane looked for more detail..With his fair share of seeing the bloody messes of the world, being a paramedic, and later develop a taste for seeing human bowels a part of art, he, as few people couldn't do, resisted the motioned to puke up the last thirteen meals to touch his lips. the face of creature looked up from it's victim and to Shane. Shane had seen the fear in many people, and for once in his life, had that look upon himself. He saw the face..the unspeakable, undescribable horrorible face. He climbed the stairs behind him faster than any man could of possibly done.
ta-ta girls and Boys!
Blackness wrapped aorund the thing before him like a coat of brand new, from the bottle, motor oil. The faint light in the basement permitted Shane to view rugged tentacles, sprouting from the creatures torso...not from the sides but from the front. Like they shot from her stomach in a fury of blood and mess. Shane could only tell the horror that stood afront him was a woman, only by the dress that was barely visible. through all the leftovers of the body it had just ravaged with weapons held in hand...er tentacle. was white garnish, attached to the dress at the neck, legs, and arms, leading the observer if he didn't have the instinct to run or puke...that it was perhaps an older person. Shane looked for more detail..With his fair share of seeing the bloody messes of the world, being a paramedic, and later develop a taste for seeing human bowels a part of art, he, as few people couldn't do, resisted the motioned to puke up the last thirteen meals to touch his lips. the face of creature looked up from it's victim and to Shane. Shane had seen the fear in many people, and for once in his life, had that look upon himself. He saw the face..the unspeakable, undescribable horrorible face. He climbed the stairs behind him faster than any man could of possibly done.
ta-ta girls and Boys!