Stories tagged “flesh”
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To Finish Off The Meal...
The zombie lapped the blood up from each organ before biting into it. Some yellow and white juices squirted out, mixing with the taste of blood in his mouth and the tough, chewing organ tissue. The heart was most delectable. It was still warm with bloo...
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The Girl That No Longer Was
Watching from the shadows, the Girl That No Longer Was watched as the man shoved the piece of paper in his mouth and then pull it out. He struck a match and his his face lit up with the tangled flames of bright orange and red. The fire flicked pulsatin...
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Bone
She had just ripped the last tasty morsel of flesh from her first human bone, and her father, a sharp knife in one hand and six bloodied fingers in the other, could not have been happier.
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Wax
Even if she could have smiled through the cracked, scarred skin on her face, she wouldn’t have when she sat down with her family for dinner that first evening back home. There was a silence hanging over the table that she expected. Two years ago,...
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Ho Hum
Refusing breath I exhale a hum With all that is left In my numb Lungs of flesh— Soon to become The sum of death.
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Corruption
One strip of flesh per glance One mended bone per touch One broken soul per chance One idea unites per purpose Delaying peace shouldn’t be for purchase anymore It’s non of business’s business to be funding war It shouldn’t be in...
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revelation
the only revelation in getting back my soul would be to see your rotting flesh lying in a hole
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More About The Narrator: For Lighty :)
My soul is still as stone At home inside my bricks of bone And blanketing flesh Drawing breaths with the pens I own See-sawing on the crest Of wearing tuxedos like a clone Or walking around undressed Flashing back like I’m spotlight prone
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Lady Graham II
Her fingers graced her swollen flesh gently, accompanied with the soothing whisper of the wind through branches of the swaying trees. Lady Graham waited for her skin to reveal any sign of her little nudger. Her tears paved a silent track down her ripe ...
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Born to be Roman - Failure
The master was stalking along the rows of studious persons, their minds bent and shoulders arched artistically like the paint strokes. The softness of his presence behind them edged into their reality, building a comfort-fraught pressure that gave them...
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sO dArLiNg i hAVe tO eAt tHeM
“They eat your face,” I said. “Everyone knows that.” “They’re just little creatures, with wings ‘n such. They won’t hurt me.” I threw my arm in front of the doorway, blocking him from leaving. ̶...