By Anne Marie Brison
I woke this morning to a body tucked between my sheets.
Or what was left of it, at least.
A mildewed grey corpse speckled with grave dirt. Desiccated strips of skin crawling with insects clung to the body.
And the smell. The gut-churning scent of decay, sour and bitter, but sickly sweet.
I flop over, fingers tracing a path from the jaw to the rib cage. Cockroaches scatter as I punch through the chest cavity to the numbing cold of a Forgotten Soul.
I moan in delight as I devour the soul.
Hundreds more to go to fully regain my strength.
A perfect Horror micro – I actually got a whiff of that corpse!
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101words.org always has something interesting to read. This was a remarkable story. I do not read horror stories so this was quite a change for me.
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Your great details make this come alive! Pun intended.
Wow. Unfortunately I watched this as it unfolded and I don’t like horror; books or movies!! Good job.
Felt like a preamble to a novel. Kudos.
Fantastic story. Deftly wrought!
Thank you 101 words for publishing this unique story. More from this talented writer would be most welcome.
Wow, loved it. I was eagerly waiting for the punchline and it did not disappoint. Well written!
Congratulations, you got published! I’m so proud of you. This is wonderful and I love you so much.
I love you too!! Thank you so much!!! XOX