Filthy Habits
I shriek with ecstasy as I wallow in the brown mire, letting the sludge coat my skin. My parents loom over me, watching. They are massive, and they are definitely not human, but I know they love me.
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An elderly man sat perfectly still in his dimly lit study, completely engrossed in a heavy, leather-bound book. Suddenly, the ceiling violently caved in, crushing him beneath jagged wooden beams and heavy plaster. Yet, he didn't flinch, made no attempt to flee, and never uttered a single scream. Why?
They smashed him with a bat until his ear was hanging by a single wire. I picked up the shattered piece of him from the asphalt, but we didn't go to the ER; we went to the mechanic.
After a month-long business trip, I unlocked my apartment door and was immediately hit by a bone-deep chill. I dropped my suitcase in the hallway, realized what I had done, and knew I was absolutely ruined.
The only light came from the glow of my phone screen. When I casually glanced up at the window, I saw a face staring intently at me from the pitch-black darkness. My blood ran cold, and I knew it was all over.
I died the exact moment I finished my meal. My crushed body was left completely covered in blood.
On a crowded commuter bus, a twenty-year-old man excitedly pressed his face against the window, bombarding the older man beside him with loud, bizarre questions. "Why are the trees running backwards?" he asked. "What color is the shirt I'm wearing?" A young couple sitting across the aisle snickered. "What's wrong with him? He acts like a toddler," the boyfriend whispered loudly. The older man turned to them and spoke a single sentence. The couple's smiles instantly drained from their faces, and a suffocating silence washed over the aisle.
They say there is no place like home, but mine offered no warmth. I risked everything to escape it, only to be hunted down and dragged back against my will. In the end, I took my last breath right at home.
I cried, and she smiled. I smiled, and she smiled. I wept, and she wept. I sobbed uncontrollably, but she just smiled. What happened between us?
The council gathered in the deep woods to discuss the freak of nature that was decimating their kind. The spotted assassin sneered at its infancy: "It is an evolutionary joke, crawling pathetically on four limbs when it should be learning to hunt." The great runner mocked its prime: "It hobbles awkwardly on only two." But the scarred elder shivered, his eyes filled with dread: "You haven't seen its final form. In its twilight years, it sprouts a third leg—not made of flesh, but carved from the bones of our forest—and that is when it becomes the monster that kills us all."
She fed him a single piece of food. They didn't fall ill, nor did they choke. Yet, because of this shared meal, both of them were doomed to die a long time later. What happened?
Every time it rained, Arthur would stand outside his office building holding a mangled umbrella with snapped ribs, completely impossible to open. He did this for weeks. One evening, during a torrential downpour, a female coworker approached him. "Your umbrella is ruined," she said gently, opening her own. "Want to walk to the station together?" Arthur smiled, immediately tossed his broken umbrella into a nearby trash can, and stepped under hers.