A Collection of Random Writing

The Disturbing Face

I turned around to face a creature, so close that I could feel the moist, sticky breath enter my lungs. The breathing was inconsistent, and I could hear the phlegm getting caught in the windpipe, creating terrible noises.
The face was a strong olive green, looking like puke. The bottom half of its face looked like it was melting with the added fluid from the chamber.
Its features defined by long deep wrinkles, and its skin so dry as if thrown into the sun.
There was a scarce amount of hair, scattered here and there on the top of the deformed head.
Its teeth, big. Yellowed. Chipped and sharp. There was a small amount, and so the gums were easily visible. It was drooling a large amount.
Its slobber dripped onto the floor, adding the pool of green goop.
Its eyes were small, with the sclera being a jet black. The iris, small as well, was a gross, bloody orange. There was a large hole, with long hairs peeking out instead of an ear, accompanied with the terrifyingly wide and uneven grin.
It reached for my collar with its two oddly long fingers, and a bone sticking out of its flesh.
There was no escape.