Shudder. A
shiver runs down his back. Throb throb.
His temples throb in a frenzy of anger. A buzz of excitement runs through his
body. She shudders underneath him. Leaves crunch and twigs snap under the
weight of their bodies. The fabric gives
away in his hands, to soft flesh. Screams fill the air. Deafening. Shrill. Shut up! Shut up! No! He had stuffed
handfuls of dirt into the mouth of the whore before. Grunt grunt. A hungry pig. He’s crushing her small weak body. Soft. He doesn’t bother freeing himself
from his slacks. Soft. Weak. Weaker. She’s so weak. He laughs. Howls. Loud enough to drown out her
shrill screams. Morphing. He howls
like a beast. A God. A man. Mad. The Devil. Hungry. Insatiable. He is
everything. Nothing. He is nothing.
‘YOU’RE
NOTHING! A USELESS LITTLE BOY!’ the ugly old hag would scream as she beat him bloody.
He lets out a guttural cry. Hot tears stream down his face. His fingers pull
fistfuls of his hair in a primal desperation. He paws at the limp body beneath
him. Spit spraying her plain pale pubescent face. Grunt grunt. His tongue against her cheek. Warm. He touches her chest. Soft.
Pinching, squeezing and pushing down so hard he feels her brittle ribs crack.
He wanted to crush her. His teeth graze her cheek biting at the soft flesh. Warm. Weak. Soft. Wet. Slippery. Pungent. Urine. She had started mewling. Weak. Small and pathetic. Weak. Weak. ‘YOU’RE WEAK! PATHETIC!’the old hag would snarl. He snarled. He had her ugly scowl, her hot ugly
rage. The soaked dress tossed, she lay bare under him.
Heaving.
Her ugly scowl.
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STAB STAB!
The
knife cuts her soft weak throat.
Soft.
The
painted whore laughed.
Hard.
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STAB STAB!
Again and again!
Blood pours out a crimson velvet. Hard.
He spreads her legs. Crotch against hers. Hard.
Slashes across her chest blooming red. White skin sliced. Hard. She squirms. Warm. Warm.
He’s panting, moaning. Dry leaves around them are now soaked. Black. They look
black. Moan. She’s beautiful, colored
red and warm. His fingers digging into the cuts. Violating her flesh.
Her
soft meat, like a sweet peach.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek disappointment.
Throbbing.
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Hard.
The
knife cuts the girl’s flesh, he carves her face. Just for him. He peels her
skin back like a split cherry. His mouth meets the gash on her check. Thrusting. His tongue in and out the
warm gash. Thrusting. The knife in and out her soft stomach. Thrusting. His hips against her slack
body. Hard. Hard. Grunting. He frees
himself. Knife tossed, gripping himself, he stares down at his masterpiece.
His. His. His. Throbbing. His body
shakes. Shudder. Her eyes were wide
open, staring, blank. Her face carved. Red spread over the pale white canvas of
her body. Legs spread wide. The white of her inner thighs and the soft pink are
unstained, untouched, unharmed. Grunt
grunt. Both hands on her middle. Smearing the blood across her stomach. Up
and down her body, fingers reaching into the warmth inside of her gaping bloody
slashes.
Poke.
Warm.
Prod.
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Wiggle.
Warm.
Moan.
Slippery.
Slide.
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Grunt.
A
wild boar.
HARD HARD!
Face
buried the sticky slippery crimson wet.
Lapping
at the bloody gashes.
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Split
cherries.
Wet. Oozing.
Grunt.
Moan.
Pant.
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Oozing.
Shiver. Shudder.
HOWL!
Red.
Bursts of flashing white.
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Black.
Red.
Grunt.
Grunt.
Grunt.
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Handfuls
of wet dirt and leaves soaked. A broad swipe of black across her torso. Mud on
her face. A little woodland nymph. A bed of leaves, thorns. Her soft pink, cut,
carved. Soft. Eyes wide, staring,
accusing.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek
disappointment.
Grunt.
Slash slash! The
blade slices. A soft pink oozes. An X carved on each eye. Boneless with
release. He lay back down in the mess he made.
THE END
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H. Fernando is currently completing her Bachelors in Arts and Social sciences, double majoring in Gender & Sexuality studies and Writing. As a horror enthusiast, she enjoys dabbling in disturbing oddities and unconventional narratives.
This is the kickoff to a new series exploring nature that is kind of horrifying, at least in ways. Our first subject is Vampires Among Us. There are lots of animals named for vampires, sometimes due to folklore and sometimes for their appearance (like the Vampire Squid), but most of these animals don’t have blood sucking tendencies.
Vampire BatVampire Finch
Bats & Birds
There are legit vampire leaf-nosed bats in Central and South America that drink blood. They feed on mammals and are often shown to feed on livestock. They’d be kinda cute if they weren’t so creepy. There are also vampiric birds: some finches in the Galapagos have developed the taste for blood of other birds, mainly seabirds that flock to the islands to raise their young.
Vampire Bats
Leeches & Lampreys & More
And then you get into leeches and lampreys and other denizens of the water that are known to attach themselves to larger creatures and drink their blood. Leeches were even believed to have medicinal value (and still are in certain circumstances). And there are also numerous plants that are known to be parasitic and feed on other plants, wrapping their roots or vines around others to steal nutrients.
Lamprey Teeth
Spiders
Now I’m going to drift off into the realm where this becomes truly horrific. Spiders. Now, spiders aren’t vampires per se, seeing as how they actually kill their prey – they don’t just feed off of it while it remains living and wanders about its business. But because of their structure, they cannot eat solid foods, so they have to inject their prey with enzymes to liquefy it so they can slurp it out like a protein shake. That’s sort of vampirism on steroids if you ask me, just the kind that no one is coming back from.
Spider Eating
Bloodsucking Bugs
But let’s get back on topic. Now let’s consider mites and ticks and fleas and mosquitoes and the like. Some drink blood for their survival; others do so as part of their reproductive cycle (like mosquitoes which otherwise eat fruit and nectar but need the extra protein from blood to grow their eggs).
Ticks need to feed on blood once at every stage of their life cycle and can pick up diseases along the way (like Lyme Disease) but don’t always do so. Different ticks are more likely to come in contact with different things and often humans are not their preferred meal but they are opportunistic and will feed on whatever is available when necessary. Symptoms of illness from tick bites may take years to develop and can have really weird side effects (like the allergy associated with Lone Star Ticks which makes a person unable to consume mammalian flesh).
Spider
This story came to me in a sort of roundabout way from a rather unusual source. So I thought I’d share it with you, dear readership, and see if you can make heads or tails of it.
– Jennifer Weigel
Spanish Moss on Live Oak limbs, marker drawing by Jennifer Weigel
Dread Pirate Rum Tum Tugger could tell this was the right spot.
The site, beneath the sweeping limbs of the Live Oak, Spanish Moss swaying gently in the breeze, was a perfect match to the crude map he had bought off that soothsayer Deuteronomy.
The earth moved easily, as if it had been excavated previously. He dug in with greater fervor with each swipe. The sandy soil gave way to reveal something hard. He scooped and smoothed the remaining detritus from the surface as he uncovered a box.
The carton was simple.
No markings; no ornamentation; no writing. Just a plain cardboard crate, brittle from having been buried for so long but still sturdy. He hoisted it from its burrow.
“Ha HO!” he shouted to the passing breeze, rousing a small cloud of birds that erupted from a nearby thicket. They captured his attention for a moment, but he quickly refocused and returned to his task.
The box was locked but no difference.
Any self-respecting ruffian like himself could pick a lock in seconds. And he did so with panache, as was his way. He pried the lid open and licked his lips.
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Inside was the legendary Kernel of Eternal Life, a small sparrow’s heart, still beating.
Promotional Poster for Dread Pirate Queen Miss Kitty performance art by Jennifer Weigel
Artwork description: Myself as Dread Pirate Queen Miss Kitty wearing black bell sleeve shirt and black vinyl skirt with strapping leather belt over leopard print shirt and tights, with strapping leather boots, pirate head wrap and leopard cat ears.
Image text reads: Purr! Avast ye mateys, Dread Pirate Queen Miss Kitty invites ye to check out her booty stash and dig ye up a dungbie prize. Seek ye some buried treasure! Just grab ye a plastic litter scoop and dig… dig… dig… to ye heart’s content.
I created this image for a promotional poster for a performance piece in a charity art show in which I, as Dread Pirate Queen Miss Kitty, hawked a carnival sideshow style sidewalk installation. For a mere $5 donation to the animal shelter the show supported, gallery goers could dig around in a kiddie pool full of litter to find a prize: a cheap plastic trinket from the dollar store. I had some takers, including one kid who seemed to really enjoy the digging and whose parents were all in, saying “You know, you can totally do that at home too.”
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
Happy Mother’s Day to the Queen of Everything… nothing gets by you.
Happy Mother’s Day Queen of Everything card
Artwork description: A Happy Mother’s Day card featuring a picture of a Nefertiti doll with swooping hair, glitter makeup, and elaborate gold and blue headdress and evening gown.
Image text reads: Happy Mother’s Day! You are the Queen of Everything and you shimmer brighter than the twinkliest star in the sky. Stay sparkly and shine on in your magnificent glitter bombasticness. You ARE truly everything everywhere all at once and you’ve seen and heard it all. Eyes in the back of your head and superpowered hearing mean we can’t get away with much no matter how hard we try. So Queen on and rule over home in sparkly sentinel.
Queenly scary early morning makeup mishap
And may this be a testament to why us kids shalt never get you out of bed too early or run amok while you are getting ready to start your day… Because being the Queen of Everything takes planning and preparation…
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