First Blood
His stomach writhed and moaned in the night. He put it down to indigestion.
As he took the stand, the cameras trained on his face, his guts roiled. Nerves he thought, trying to banish them.
From the backbench, Geoffrey Folsom MP watched the Prime Minister’s face carefully. A little tension around the eyes and mouth. Subtle signs of discomfort.
He took a breath that didn't want to come, swallowed hard. “Mr Speaker…”
Folsom thumbed the detonator.
The Prime Minister collapsed, screaming. From his swelling belly, fat white worms chewed their way to through his flesh.
The first blood. Folsom smiled.
- Category: Horror, Chillers & Ghost Stories
5 comments add one below
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Again, not part of a series, wouldn't post until I entered a series title. Not sure if this one is any good, was originally going to be a bigger story but can't concentrate long enough at the moment.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Loved the grisly climax. I'm intrigued by how this would have turned out as a longer piece.
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Pretty much the same with more of a "who will be next" overtone probably. Thanks for reading.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Ah, I see. Is Falsom a Guy Fawkes-esque patsy in all of this?
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Kinda.
