Short Stories Collection

You'll Get the Pudding After You've Eaten Your Meat

Terror. Unrelenting terror. Forget butterflies in your stomach, this felt like razor blades were shredding my insides and I was drowning with blood in my lungs. God, I can't believe it's doing this. This... thing, in front of me, doesn't seem like my little sister. She may have been a piece of shit, but she wasn't this terrible. I'm not even sure how she's doing this...

My former 7-year-old sister tore apart the piece of meat she had in her hands, hungrily devouring it like she hadn't eaten in years. A small, broken body laid in the corner of the kitchen, its stomach torn open and blood seeping from the wound. The thing that came out looked like my little sister, but couldn't possibly be her.

The thing had matted brown hair that stuck to its back, sticky and slimy with blood and other things I couldn't even begin to imagine. Clumps of food stuck to its face and arms, smelling of vomit and decay. The claws on its fingers were now stained red with my parent's blood. My dad was completely gone, now. Just clumps of his hair remained, clumped next to the corpse in the corner. My mom was half-gone at this point.

The initial shock reaction had started to wear off. I was terrified. Sweat was dripping down my back, my palms were sweaty and I wasn't able to keep myself from shaking from absolute fear. Damnit, to think we were just eating dinner. My sister asked for pudding. My dad said no, because she wasn't completely done with her food yet. She started whining and stamping her feet, slamming her fists against the table. Her whines became deeper, animal-like growls. Arms broke through her stomach and started tearing apart her skin, revealing her bones that were shortly ripped out of her body and thrown on to the floor, shattering from the impact. The thing ripped apart her body, climbed out of her, and lunged at my father, grabbing his neck and choked him to death.

Now, I'm sitting in the corner of the kitchen, crouched into a ball. I can't take my eyes off the scene of the thing eating my mother. It entices me. Makes me want to learn more about it. Makes me want to join.

I'm now calm. I've stopped shaking. I can feel something starting to rip apart inside of me. Growls are coming from my abdomen, monsterous and loud. The thing that was my sister is now almost done with my mother. I shriek as the thing inside of me punctures through my stomach. I feel an overwhelming hunger take over my mind as my vision shifts. I'm now looking at the same scene, but through a different point of view. Hunger; blood and meat overpowers my thinking.

I apologize, mother. I apologize, father. We wish we could've told you what we were. But our hosts didn't know.

**word count: 487**
**genre: horror/fiction**