WRITING Clipping [Warning: Body Horror, Not Mind Safe]

Discussion in 'SHOWCASING' started by Astaroth, Jul 4, 2014.

  1. She was clipping her fingernails when she noticed it.

    At first, she wasn't sure what she was seeing. She blinked to banish what surely had to be a trick of tired eyes, but it was still there: a hard strip on the back of her wrist that looked like a nail of strange proportions growing up through her skin. Her lips parted in shock and the clippers slipped from her suddenly slack grasp, landing with a bounce on the mattress.

    She walked over to the light to get a better look, and found that the same strip of thick keratin circled around to the inside of her wrist as well.

    Her face contorted into a grimace. She prodded the strange growth to no result. The surface was smooth and almost plastic, just like the back of one of her fingernails. She could see now that it was poking up from her skin, too, like the very tip of a nail protruding over the pad of a finger; there was a gap where it wasn't attached.

    Curiously, she picked at the underside of the growth with her thumb.

    It came loose.

    Not only did the part of the strip that she'd pried at tear free from her skin entirely- like pulling a toothpick out of a soft cheese- but she could feel the rest of the strip slide inside of her wrist. Whatever it was, it wasn't held in place anymore. Heart leaping into her throat, she hastened to just pull the rest of it free, threading it through the hole she'd already made in much the same manner as easing the drawstring out of a hoodie or pair of pajama pants. The oddest thing- the thing she didn't want to contemplate- was that there was no pain.

    And when she finally held the entire strip of keratin in her shaking fingers... just when she was trying to take a steadying gulp of air, staring down at her wrist... it happened.

    The seams where whatever it was had been poking through- the cuticle, she supposed- were seeping with blood. The skin felt loose. And it must have been, because it began to slide down her arm like a rubbery sleeve. Gasping, she dropped the thing in her hand, letting it fall free as she made a grab for her wrist. It was to no avail, and in fact, it was only made worse as a large, thick slab of flesh peeled away from the heel of her palm to halfway toward her elbow. It was slack, half-liquefied, and stank like day-old meat. Nor was it the top layer of flesh only; even the muscle had pulled free.

    The remainder of skin on her arm, meanwhile, was still sliding down. Blood was weeping from the wound- if it could be called that- and splattering on the floor, drop after sickening drop. Raising her ruined limb as best as she could to stem the slow spilling of her life force, she slumped against the doorway, shut her eyes fast, and opened her mouth in one final, desperate scream.




    I have weird dreams sometimes.
     
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  2. I couldn't read this without feeling sick....
    It was amazing! Perfect horror to end my night and give me nightmares. I would say "Hope to see more" But I probably wouldn't be able to read it. :(
    But you do very nice work Ozzie.
     
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  3. @ZsafineGypsy

    That is just about the best kind of compliment a horror writer can ask for. :D Thanks!
     
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  4. Haha! You're Welcome. I actually tried reading this earlier and I couldn't because I was too sick. Just now I got the strength to finish it. That black...-gags- I have to get of this post now because I can see it in my head. x.x -Runs off to the garbage can- You're amazing! Write more for others!
     
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