Three Fifty Word Tales, 1 story. First published on my Hive Blog
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Not Another Monster
“I’m not just another monster!”
A rancid smear of blood, flesh and slime coats the creature’s humongous fangs.
It belches.
I can smell Ian.
“But you ate my best friend!” I stammer.
A single tear wells in its eye.
“He betrayed you,” it sniffs. “We could be friends… couldn’t we?”
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Stress
“You can’t just replace Ian with that!“
The stress on her last word isn’t lost on my new friend. His spikes bristle, teeth protrude.
“Be nice,” I tell Becky. “He really is adorable when you get to know him.”
And, I think. Perhaps, you won’t be tempted to kiss him!
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Not My Shrink
“You’re suffering from paranoid delusions. The violent murders of Ian, and Becky—”
The creature rips a hole in the psychiatrist’s throat and the sentence dies.
As does the shrink.
“Not again!” I complain, wiping blood from my face. “You can’t keep killing people!”
“It’s in our nature,” the monster shrugs.
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