One Hundred Words of Horror 2009
Oct. 31st, 2009 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newnumber6Here's my yearly entry for One Hundred Words of Horror... only a few, sort of ran out of time and didn't have much inspiration so they're not my best, but I do like the tradition and wanted to come up with something.
Prognosis
The surgery went very well. Your husband is responsive, and the new organs are functioning better than the old ones.
Prognosis is good. I had to remove more tissue than I anticipated, but the organs need room to grow. I just want to warn you he may not look much like the man you knew.
But he’ll live. That’s the important thing. Assuming rejection doesn’t set in, he can look forward to many, many years.
With a result like that, why worry over the little details, like that I didn’t get his consent.
Or that I’m not really a doctor.
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Inoperable
They say hallucinations are a side effect of the tumor. But I know these aren’t hallucinations. Hallucinations don’t leave a trail of dead bodies.
They’re not just dead. Mutilated, like something exploded inside them.
You’re probably thinking like the police do, that I killed them, in a delusional state. But it’s not hallucination. I don’t see anything except the carnage, and they saw that too, just a little later.
I’ve figured it out. It’s not a tumor. It’s a transmitter. To some other dimension. Telling them to come. And they’ll be coming for you soon, unless you cut it out.
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Little Bundles of Joy
Nobody noticed the loss of the children. The thing had devoured their souls, but they kept eating, sleeping, and even playing. You don’t really need a soul to play. It’s as biologically hardwired as hunger. Children’s souls are undeveloped, barely there. Replaceable.
So the thing lent them its motives, to lure others to that spot in the woods. Parents made better meals but poor tools. Their bodies were too accustomed to their souls, and without them, ran down, and soon died in squalor.
But the children would still play, and could always be adopted, smiling automatons waiting for new thoughts.
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(Last year's entries can be found here).
If you do the One Hundred Words of Horror meme, feel free to post a link in the comments so people who are interested can follow up on people not on their flist.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
Prognosis
The surgery went very well. Your husband is responsive, and the new organs are functioning better than the old ones.
Prognosis is good. I had to remove more tissue than I anticipated, but the organs need room to grow. I just want to warn you he may not look much like the man you knew.
But he’ll live. That’s the important thing. Assuming rejection doesn’t set in, he can look forward to many, many years.
With a result like that, why worry over the little details, like that I didn’t get his consent.
Or that I’m not really a doctor.
-
Inoperable
They say hallucinations are a side effect of the tumor. But I know these aren’t hallucinations. Hallucinations don’t leave a trail of dead bodies.
They’re not just dead. Mutilated, like something exploded inside them.
You’re probably thinking like the police do, that I killed them, in a delusional state. But it’s not hallucination. I don’t see anything except the carnage, and they saw that too, just a little later.
I’ve figured it out. It’s not a tumor. It’s a transmitter. To some other dimension. Telling them to come. And they’ll be coming for you soon, unless you cut it out.
-
Little Bundles of Joy
Nobody noticed the loss of the children. The thing had devoured their souls, but they kept eating, sleeping, and even playing. You don’t really need a soul to play. It’s as biologically hardwired as hunger. Children’s souls are undeveloped, barely there. Replaceable.
So the thing lent them its motives, to lure others to that spot in the woods. Parents made better meals but poor tools. Their bodies were too accustomed to their souls, and without them, ran down, and soon died in squalor.
But the children would still play, and could always be adopted, smiling automatons waiting for new thoughts.
-
(Last year's entries can be found here).
If you do the One Hundred Words of Horror meme, feel free to post a link in the comments so people who are interested can follow up on people not on their flist.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
