The floor was a writhing carpet of mice, bulging and throbbing to some lunatic beat. Watching the mad mouse orgy, Jud wiped the last flecks of vomit from his finely combed beard, simultaneously feeling his neatly waxed mustache for stray traces.
Reflecting, he decided that attempting to ring up an elder god of the abyss with the assistance of his twelve year old cousin and a flimsy twice-read novel had been a poor idea.
How the fuck could he explain why Jimmy now hung wetly limp, still dripping gore (probably) with his spine unnaturally coiled around a sign reading "I-36W".
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3 comments:
I like the writhing carpet of mice. Nice touch, right out of my nightmares. But sounds like something I've heard before.
Also, I think the name should be Judd, not Jud. Hmm.
Again also, twelve-year-old cousin, with the hyphens.
Finally, what is I-36W? It's creepy; I like it.
1-36W is a random highway that runs through Mississippi.
Twelve-year-old buys me two more words that i cut somewhere, so oops.
Also I had it spelled Jud once and Judd the other time and deiced that, fuck two D's no one needs redundant letters.
And the carpet of mice idea came from http://www.johndiesattheend.com/
Actually this entire idea was spawned from that story, which I really enjoyed.
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