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// I Watched :

I Watched ...

Title: I Watched ... Genre: Science Fiction Horror Type: Short story

Trixie pushed aside the tall grass that blocked her view. She flipped down her horizon eye gear. Zoomed in closer to observe them. These headless aliens walked upright and covered with transparent cantaloupe texture like skin. Their body organs were almost visible from the outside looking in. Eyes were everywhere on their bodies. They behaved like single cell organism with no external reproductive genital organs. The veins on their body would illuminate in bright green colour, and some in bright yellow colour. This happened when they approached each other within an approximate of three feet, and avoided physical contact among themselves. They worn almost nothing, with only a brown leather belt around their waist with a chained cube tied to it were the only accessories on them. Engraved on the cube was a symbolic emblem of their god, the fire ant they prayed to for blessing and protection. She felt a stinging pain at the back of her neck. Something bit her. She slapped it hard. The thing fell to the moisture ground where she stood. It was a fire ant. "Shit," she regretted her impulsive action. Flipped back down her horizon eye gear and watched herds of headless creature moved towards her.

Written by I. Omori

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// Friday, 13th :

Friday, 13th ...

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// My Dear Husband :

My Dear Husband ...

He watched her licked the soy ice cream from its wafer cone while the toppings dripped from her mouth. She was wearing her favorite peach color sweater knitted by her mother. Madness filled her sweet and loving eyes. They antagonized him. Large transparent plastic boxers were behind her. Stacked up till the ceiling. He noticed each filled with variety of flavored ice cream. She tied him to a fold able iron cast chair in their kitchen chiller; striped naked and shaved. His skin glued to the chair's surface with his own sweat that turned into frosted ice. Slightest movement he made got his skin peeled from him. They were like sharp pricked pain and burnt sensation. "Body shaming me got you nowhere, and you dare call me a fat pig! You're a bloody damn fuck-up snot ..." she screamed at him, "... and of all people, it had to be YOU!!!" In her right hand was a sharp knife. She griped it tight with anger. Finished the ice cream, and picked up a rubbery pig mask on the table by her side. Worn it. He watched her pig mask smiled at him. "Happy Anniversary, it's Friday 13th today," she muffled to her husband.

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// Sin :

Sin ...

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// Someone's There :

Someone's there ...

Jolie glared frightfully at the dusty single seater sofa tucked away in the dark corner of the living room. "No one sitting there, but someone's there." she warned. Leif couldn't make sense of what was said, until the sofa moved by itself to face the floor radio. The dialler turned itself on and waltzing music played. "Jol, what's happening?!" screamed Leif. He stood shivering beside his twin sister. The bedrooms door above them slammed continuously, while pots and pans in the kitchen started to rattle. Leif got even more scare, "Jol, what the fuck is happening here?!" She calmed her brother, "It's dad." Everything came to haunting silence. They heard his laughter in the kitchen. Leif was surprise, "Dad?"

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// It's Snowing :

It's Snowing ...

I stood by my bedroom frosted window watching her dance naked around the large trunk of an old oak tree. She wrinkled like a prune, and was as pale as the falling snow against the darkness of the night. I recalled the tune she was humming. It was my favourite song, and I loved her magical voice that serenaded me to my dreams every night when I was young. My far away thoughts was distracted by a soft knock on the heavy wooden door behind me. It opened slowly, and entered a heavy disfigured monster size man. He spoked to me with his mild and well mannered voice. "You called for me, master?" "Yes. Mother escaped. Chain her to the stable with the animals ..." "Would that be all for the day, master?" "... and chop down that dying oak tree in front my bedroom window at first light tomorrow. That will be all." He gently closed my bedroom door. Left me by myself. I moved closer to the window pane. Got a last look at the oak tree. Flashed memory of my childhood times with my mother around it came back to me. I huffed heavily. My warm breath cleared the the window pane frost, and a beastly image of myself stared back at me. Stumped my hoof angrily at it, but decided to step backward into the darkness of my bedroom. I felt lonely. Safe from them.

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// The Little Boy Inside :

The Little Boy Inside ...

Writing could be fun and exciting. It's not when I knew of what, or how to do. Because monotony tend to sip in during the process. I would bring forth the inner child, and loose myself in him. He would wake up each, and every other day, to chart a wondrous adventure into the unknown. Skimped onto any, and many words, from one to the next, played with sentences after sentences, and arrived somewhere. Unexpectedly, he played with his kite, with his eyes lighted up. They were fill with joy. In front of him was a luscious horizon in plain sight. He got up and ran to fly his tiny kite. Reaching high for the thick clouds against a backdrop of sea blue sky. Needless to ask, but did his kite ever flew that high? He did try, and kept on trying. Still trying till this moment, and probably forever. It's a needed nourishment for the creative soul when the young and old found themselves in written words. They became whole. He reminded me, "It's never too old to die young." He never did leave me, and I was never lost.

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“If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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// Thirsty :

Thirsty ...

Woke up sweating in the middle of a hot night. There was an unusual rustling sound from my kitchen. I ignored it and went to my work desk. Sat down in front my faithful old, and worn out typewriter. Punched each lettered keys periodically with my left and right index finger. Pulsed at every letter searching for the next. Finally, these words appeared together in a sentence on the piece of white paper. Read them silently to myself, "I am thirsty."

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// Heavenly Void :

Heavenly Void ...

I gazed at the dark heaven above me wondered when the light would shine through it again. Crawled around blind like an animal on four with both my hand and feet. The shadow owned no master in this pitch black hellhole where I survived. Only his mighty one knew for how long. The soft and slimy surface beneath me rumbled violently like a beast's hungry belly, then came that loud and deafening thunder like roar. I tried to look up. Caught a glimpse of humans silhouette against the backdrop of blinding light. They were falling down from the skies onto heaps of piled up bodies. Each on top the other from as far as my painful eyes could see. I tried to comprehend what happened, when one of them fell a short distance from me. He wasn't dead; not yet. His dying eyes reached out for mercy, but fear froze me where I am. The commotion ended as sudden as it began. Once again, darkness blanketed my surrounding. I approached the weak mourning sound. Reached for his mouth, and torn it apart with my strong hands. Shoved my right hand through his tight throat, which was frantically gasping for air, till I held his heart in my palm. I ripped it out with a single thug. His glowed, neon lighted heart was mesmerising. "Precious ...," and I ate it.

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// Dark Need :

Dark Need ...

The darkness feed, My addiction need, I blindly seek, My quick fix, The old clock tick, Give me the creep, You're here to read, Words of deceit ...

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// Something, Sometimes :

Sometimes, Something ...

Sometimes, there was something in everything I pondered. Even the most mundane words were obsession to whom I am to become. I thought, and therefore I am. Simply that. My imagination was infinite. Reality irreplaceable. Madness was when my imagination became the truth I partnered in bed. My faithful demon, whom I sensually foundered was leach to the chain. In its silent pain was hidden shame. Secrets kept in the dark, buried and rot. One cold night death came for my soul. I shivered to it's freezing presence. Struggled restlessly out of my dying bed, and knelt before it on my weak knees. Pleaded for my tainted soul in shame, cried "Please, please, pleaseee!!! Could you please forgive me. Please." My last breath came silence. There weren't any light to be found at the end of this tunnel. Not this one. Only, my lonely peace ...

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// 2020-04-12 :

Welcome to The Nighthorn - Stories Buried ...

... a domain created on April 12, 2020 ...

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