I've decided to jump into the latest smackdown hosted by LayethTheSmackDown and Ooorah. This is where I'll be posting my entries.
It's been fun and challenging doing these in the past and it's good motivation to churn out some stories. I haven't m...
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When the first massive orange cube appeared in our neighborhood, my friend Carter thought it was a giant jello shot. He walked right up to it, put his mouth against one of its jiggling sides, and then the next thing we knew he was a puddle of bubbling liquified flesh.
We learned to steer clear of it after that, but then another one popped up a short distance away, and then four more over on the next street. Then one manifested right inside the Hendersons' house, blowing the walls apart and turning everyone inside into pureed goo. Pretty soon they were everywhere. And more keep appearing everyday.
We don't know what they are or where they came from. Aliens is a popular theory, but we haven't seen any sign of their spacecraft. I think maybe they're bleeding over here from another dimension. Old Ezekiel down the street says they're the wrath of God come to punish all of us sinners. But maybe they're something else entirely.
At first they just kind of sat where they were, just doing nothing, but then they started to speak. It was subtle at first. We thought we heard vague whispers in our ears. But they've become louder and more insistent.
Old Ezekiel was the first one to feed his family to them. He said it was the only way to appease a vengeful God. I thought he was crazy, but I keep getting these powerful urges that are getting harder and harder to fight off.
I'm afraid it's too late for my wife. I've already sacrificed her to the cubes. I had the foresight to padlock my baby daughter into the nursery and throw away the key. But Old Ezekiel gave me his shotgun and I'm pretty sure I can blow the lock off with it. I don't want to, but I have to. The cubes are hungry.
