Day 295 – Do You See? – Short Story

Somewhere, out there, they’re waiting, waiting for each and everyone of us.

You think I’m lying?

Trust me, I’m not. I’ve seen them, out there, in the shadows, their faces disfigured, their bodies twisted beyond that which we could do ourselves, they are the wasted, the rabid things that haunt the outskirts of our world, and they are coming for us.

You don’t see them?

You don’t hear their raspy cries for air, as they try to suck in breath after breath of nothing, wanting only to fear upon what we are, don’t you hear it?

You think I’m crazy, don’t you?

You think I’ve lost my mind, but you’re  wrong, I see clearly, my eyes are no longer sugar coated like they once were, I now see everything, and all.

Do you want to as well?

Do you want to see the beast that hide in the darkness waiting to strike?

Do you want to be free?

Then let go, sit before me, and take all that I am inside you. Let me empty myself down into your stomach, where I will impregnate your seed with my spark, and then, you will be as I am, you will see as I do, and then we will fight the beasts together, and we will win!

So, kneel, and open yourself up for to enter.

But be warned, once you have taken me inside you, there is no going back, there is no halting the change, for they will know you are one like me, and they will come for you. So, choose wisely…

Published by

Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

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