Thursday, 30 April 2015

2. "Black Dog" (Hellhound Story)

Robbie opened the brown paper bag containing his lunch.
“Apple,” he muttered, rifling through its contents, “fruit cup, and… tuna fish sandwich.” He looked up to see Douglas, who was sticking out his tongue.

“Tuna fish? Guh-ross.” He snapped his Batman lunchbox shut. “Not trading anything for that.

The voice was low and willow thin: “I like tuna fish.”

They turned and saw it was the new kid. Damian-something.

“Ignore ‘im,” Douglas muttered. “Black clothes everyday. Weirdo.”

Damian’s eyes flashed. Douglas stood from the school bench, his face and a spot on his sweatpants rapidly darkening.

“I guh-gotta go,” he mumbled, running off.

Robbie was alone with Damian.

“What d’y’wanna trade for it?” asked Robbie. “I don’t see a lunch bag on you.”

“I’ll trade one of my pets.”

“Oh, like a frog? I heard Mikey Brown caught a few at Hobbes’ Creek last—”

Damian raised a pale hand, silencing him, and then pointed to behind Robbie.

“Do you see?”

Robbie turned, and gasped. He saw a large shadow in the playground: a huge hound, with fur so black it seemed to absorb light. Its eyes burned like solar eclipses.
“Wow,” Robbie breathed.
“He’ll never leave your side, not ever,” said Damian. “Not even when you’re dead.”

The recess bell rang. Children passed around the big black dog as if it wasn’t there.

Robbie held the brown paper bag to Damian, not taking his eyes from the dog.

“Here,” he said. “You can have the whole thing.” 

248 Words.

1. "Architeuthis" (Sea Monster Story)

The creature peeled back its lips, revealing two rows of jagged, spine-like teeth. Each lock of its tentacle hair lashed at the darkened lab's sterilized air, ceaselessly, like fire-- a window to the insanity running the creature's primitive, violent mind.

The sea monster kept its body still, but coiled-- waiting to lunge.

Professor Blackwell cocked an eyebrow at Clarence, the young lab tech.

“Impressive, eh?” said the professor. Clarence nodded, not taking his eyes off the sea creature. He rose its petri dish to eye-level. The creature snapped its tiny jaws and lunged at the dish’s side, bouncing backward from the glass. Clarence looked at the doctor. 

“Wow. Imagine if it was, like, really huge, huh professor?”

“Well. It’s already huge by the standards of glyceridae.”

“Yeah. Or bowmaniella portoricensis.”

Blackwell frowned. “Don’t show off, Clarence.”

“Sorry, sir.”

The professor nodded and glanced at his watch. “Well, flush ‘im down the drain and give everything a good rince for tomorrow. We’re bringing in a real monster—a member of the cirratulidae. Those babies measures a whole centimeter.”

Clarence let out a long, low whistle. “That’d look like Godzilla next to this guy, eh doc?”

“When spoken to, Clarence.”

“Sorry, sir.”

200 Words.